The maid suddenly stared with horror and lost her voice.
The gate of the courtyard was pushed from the outside.-
Several bodyguards took the lead in coming in, standing at the door and bowing their heads to greet their master.
A tall shadow of a man showed on the ground. Tristan took his slender legs and stepped into the Multiflora Manor with a straight face. After a few steps, a dark shadow fell from the sky.
The bodyguards immediately pulled out their guns and rushed over.
Tristan raised his hand subconsciously, and the emaciated girl landed in his arms. The impact made him take a step back slightly. The girl's clothes flew over, drawing a radian in midair.
Petals were falling on the fence.
He lowered his head and looked gloomily at the girl shrank in his arms, who was in her thin pajamas. Her little white face didn't show any fear of falling from the air, but her apricot eyes were glazed at him.
She bit her nails, and her thumbnails were all pitted.
" Ouch, ouch, girl! You really have something wrong in your brain. How can you swing like this!
The two maids hurriedly ran out of the foreign building. As soon as they saw Tristan, they were pale with fear and stood shaking all over. "Young, young master."
"..."
Marlene bit her nails quietly and cleverly.
She didn't have anything wrong in her brain at all.
However, she had to show some symptoms of illness in order to survive, before she was sure what his purpose of taking her out of the Loony Island was.
Otherwise, if the fierce young master knew she was pretending to be mentally ill, she might get a very miserable result.
After three years in the slum, she knew how to survive better than anyone else.
But it was strange that Tristan had held her, and he even didn't throw her away immediately.
She was ready to fall to the ground and break her bone.
"That's how you take care of her?"
A cold and unhappy voice sounded above Marlene's head.
The next second, Tristan raised his leg and kicked a maid to the ground, and his eyes were extremely cruel and violent.
The maid fell to the ground and did not dare to get up, nor did she dare to shift the blame. She could only apologize desperately. "I'm sorry, young master, I'm sorry, it's all our dereliction of duty."
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