After saying this, Anna left the bar without looking back.
Bonnie also hurriedly chased out, fearing that Anna would not be able to think of any accidents.
Rushing to the road, he saw a tiny one crouching at the corner.
If not Anna, who else?
"Anna, are you okay?" Bonnie walked up and asked in a very distressed manner.
Anna tilted her head to look at Bonnie, a big smile bloomed on her face, "I'm fine, just can't drive anymore, although I didn't drink just now, but I also feel drunk, if this is caught by the police uncle, am I also considered a DUI?"
Looking at Anna's pale, yet red cheeks, Bonnie couldn't help but reach out and embrace her.
"I'll drive you home and pretend I'm not here from now on, okay?"
Anna did not say anything, just silent and weeping, tears falling more and more fierce.
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Inside the bar.
David finished his task and went to Rupert with a smile on his face to resume his duties.
"Mr. Robertson, how about it, that Anna won't bother you anymore, did I do a good job?"
"Hmm." Rupert nodded, but his eyes were only on the glass in his hand.
Just now, from the refraction of the glass, he clearly saw Anna's appearance leaving the bar.
She cried.
Heh--
Was leaving David such a big blow to her?
The man in front of him was rubbing his hands again, full of expectation, "What about Mr. Robertson...... the money we agreed on?"
Rupert then turned his gaze back, then pulled a bank card out of his pocket and tossed it to the man.
Rupert raised his eyes, the green and white smoke, his look can not really see, but every word, even punctuation, with a warning.
When the men heard this, they also clearly realized that Rupert was not joking.
But two million, after he leaves Willisto, what place can't he go and have a good life?
That's two million!
As long as you don't spend recklessly, this life is at least clothing and food.
So the man gathered up his shock and changed to a smiling look, assuring Rupert, "Mr. Robertson you can rest assured that I will stay far away from Willisto and never come back, and if I do, I will break my own legs."
With the bank card in hand, the man left in a beautiful manner.
Only left Rupert still sitting on the card table, looking at the table has been empty bottles of wine, eyes gradually disoriented lax.
He collapsed into the deck, over and over again, pronouncing Anna's name.
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