Chapter 850 Not Dead_1

Gerald Graves wore a sheepish expression.

When he first met Aria Jackson, she did indeed dazzle him as the naturally stunning beauties were a rare find. Just as he had approached her to strike up a conversation, she coldly pulled out a pair of handcuffs, dangling them around in her hand as if it were a toy.

Intimidation at its finest.

It was then that Gerald realized that Purple Summers' friend was a policewoman.

No wonder Ms. Summers had such extraordinary friends...

Marcel Jefferson suggested, "Let's not just stand around here. We still have an hour. Let's grab something to eat and bring some for Purple too. When she wakes up, she might be hungry."

Aria Jackson found her younger brother's idea sensible, a smile spreading across her face: "She'll definitely be hungry! We should bring her a Seafood Feast Pizza!"

Zara Jameson pursed her lips and smiled too: "The durian and mango pizza is also good. She loved it back in school."