Sami was dumbfounded.
He just sat honestly on the sofa for an afternoon, at most spit out some melon shells and watermelon seeds, how did he become a commercial spy?
"Miss Annie, no ......Mrs. Grant, there's something we can discuss, don't you do that." Sami was completely flustered.
Bonnie, however, didn't bother, and passed a look directly to Donna, "Call me when the police arrive, I'll go up and check on Damon."
"Don't worry Mrs. Grant, just leave it to me." Donna immediately nodded her head.
She just looked at Sami displeased, but because the other party is a guest, can not directly go up to clean up.
Now, Mrs. Grant, as the hostess of the Sunshine Villa, is taking charge, so she can follow the "fox" for a while!
And looking at Bonnie's back on the stairs, Sami's blood was flowing backwards in a flash, with a cold chill.
It's over, he seems to have screwed it up!
Sami didn't dare to delay any longer and fumbled to pull out her cell phone and dialed Elise's number, crying, "Miss Pearce, please come to the Sunshine Villa to save me."
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Fifteen minutes later, Elise, in a black leather jacket and pants, took off her heavy motorcycle helmet and arrived at the Sunshine Villa at the same time as the police.
When Sami saw Elise, it was like seeing a savior.
"Miss Pearce, you're here, I ......"
Before the words were finished, Elise tossed her head slightly, and under her short shoulder length hair, the cold eyes had no half-heartedness, and were so frozen that they were almost murderous.
Sami hurriedly stopped talking.
Elise now turned her head to Donna again, her tone polite, "Donna, please, I want to see Miss Annie."
"Miss Pearce wait a moment." Donna reached out and politely went upstairs to invite Bonnie.
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