"Maybe because I have a conscience."
Claire Green dragged a chair over and sat down, leaning back slightly, the chair tilted slightly, but she was impeccably steady.
"..." Forget I asked.
What the hell does conscience have to do with this?
Victoria Windsor's lips twitched, listening to the girl's serious report, her eyelids started twitching.
Today she witnessed the real-life version of nonsense, without even a blush.
The tied-up woman stared incredulously at Claire Green.
What do you mean I'm the one plotting against them and threatening with a gun?
Shouldn't it be me who was threatened by the gun?
How could there be such a shameless guy?
Claire Green put away her phone and saw the woman's hateful look, curling her lips into a smile, "Don't worry, someone will come to take you back soon."
Damn it, which eye of yours sees me worry?
