"How are you here?"
Ryan Rowe looked at the girl who appeared at his house with a face full of shock.
Shouldn't she have been beaten to a pulp and sent to the hotel by those people?
Why is she standing perfectly fine in front of him?
Claire Green's brows and eyes carried a chilling coldness. Hearing his words, she smiled thinly, "Didn't you want to cripple me? Now I've delivered myself to your doorstep."
Upon hearing her words, Rowe realized the plan had failed and couldn't help but curse inwardly, a bunch of useless fools, can't even handle a girl, yet call themselves mercenaries.
"Huh," he sneered, his face ferocious, "I didn't expect you to escape unharmed from their hands, but since you brought yourself here to die, then don't blame me for being rude."
With those words.
He didn't move an inch, simply raised his hand and pressed a button under the coffee table. Instantly, the entire manor's alarm began to sound.
