"I won't tell you, otherwise you'll tell my dad again." The pretty boy Terry Linton flicked his side bangs, letting them fly in the air, looking stunning~
"Uncle Norman doesn't care about you. He agreed immediately to let me take you out, so you have nothing to worry about," the man promised.
"Forget it. It's more important for us to worry about that girl from just now. I wonder if the people we stationed at the cliff managed to rescue her in time. We can't let Edbert Walker's people get ahead of us." Terry was a bit nervous.
"No chance of failure," the man replied confidently, full of assurance.
"Well, yeah, we've prepared for so many scenarios, falling off the cliff was just one of them. By now, Nella Crassus should have been carried away."
