Chapter 369 Evan Will Worry
Was it not enough for her to die once? Now, with Mr. Johnson gone, did they want to kill her again?
As this thought came to her mind, she felt a chill run through her entire body.
No one is unafraid of death, especially since she had been so close to it before; her survival to this point was merely a stroke of luck.
The people before her were all executioners; how could she not be terrified?
She stood there bewildered in the hall, enduring their scrutinizing gazes. Nobody spoke, and the longer the silence, the more her heart pounded with dread. After a long while, she finally asked softly, "Mr. Johnson, what do you need me for?"
She was addressing Donald Johnson.
The seemingly cultured middle-aged man showed a trace of embarrassment; he still remembered the agreement they had signed before. Now, bringing her back was indeed like slapping his own face.