"...It's nothing wrong." He opened his lips, pretending to be relaxed and tentative, and asked, "Just now, were you with that girl?"
Eden Frank paused, his tone a little displeased: "So what if it is? So what if it's not?"
...that's what it looks like.
The bloodshot bite mark on the little girl's neck flashed in David Flinch's mind...
The dignified Boston Mr. Frank is as noble as a god in the eyes of everyone.
Abstinence is cold and non-human.
David Flinch is really unimaginable, the process of biting that girl's neck with such a deep bloody gash...
In the phone, Eden Frank's impatient voice came again, "Tell me something."
David Flinch said: "Mr. Frank, I just want to remind you, that girl is weak, but she can't stand up to you a few times. Also, Miss Haley Evans may wake up at any time, you don't want to At a time like this..."
beep beep——
The phone has been hung up mercilessly.
David Flinch: "..."