Chapter74

Natasha's pov

There is no Bran in the private room, only Winson and Emily.

Both of them had strange redness on their faces.

Emily's eyes were blurred, and her collar had slipped to her shoulder.

And Winson was also in pain. In order to wake up, fresh blood cut by a knife was still dripping on his arm.

Emily was pushed away by Winson and sat down on the sofa. I saw her just as I pushed the door in.

Bran, I'm afraid he was calculated.

I r said, "It seems that I didn't appear at the right time to disturb your good deeds."

As I said this, I took out my mobile phone and raised the corner of my lips. "Need to help you broadcast it live? You both don't feel sick. What do I dislike about inviting me to see this play? Come on, start your performance."

Winson turned to me in fear.

The original solemn and upright face showed a flash of panic: "Natasha, it's not what you think. People have tampered with what we drink, and we haven't done anything."