Shea's brows instantly furrowed. She anxiously approached Wesley and held both of his hands.
"My brother definitely won't take my blood ... He knew that I could save Robert, but he never asked for my help... That's exactly why I need to save Robert. I'm begging you, Wesley."
Her voice was soft as she begged.
"If I die, then I'll marry you in my next life. How's that, Wesley?" She held his hands tightly, then suddenly beamed and said, "I don't think I'll die, though. Mrs. Scarlet says I've got nine lives. No matter what sickness I get, the doctors could always cure me."
As Wesley gazed at the smile on her face
and the light in her eyes, his hardened heart gradually began to melt.
He asked himself why he liked being with Shea. Was it not because of her pure kindness?
In her European-style mansion, Wanda was wearing a silk robe and, after taking a sip of red wine to calm her nerves, dialed Charlie’s number.
She got to know Charlie through Chelsea.
They had dinner the night before last and walked about some business matters. The two of them shared many of the same ideas, so their conversation was very agreeable.
"He said he lost a maroon box?" Charlie began to imagine what that maroon box looked like.
"That’s right. He said that you took it." Wanda drew a cold breath, then said, "What exactly do you have on him? Can you tell me?"
"Of course I can't tell you. What if you use it to threaten him if I did?" Charlie said shrewdly. "Don't worry, though. You'll be safe as long as you listen to me."
"How could I trust you?"
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