"You didn't do anything?" Grayson Quinn raised an eyebrow coldly, "Who was the one harassing my sister-in-law in the hotel corridor?"
Bang—
"Ah!" Aiden Campbell suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand; a bullet had pierced through his palm, and blood gushed out.
Mason Nightshade put away the gun, a cold smirk on his lips, "Accidentally fired."
Accidentally?
Only a fool would believe it was accidental!
This petty man — just a little teasing with his wife, and he's already been threatened by her, now he has to lose a hand.
This couple must be crazy!
Aiden Campbell was dragged into the car, and Grayson Quinn drove. Soon, the car arrived at the place Aiden had mentioned, surprisingly, a residential community!
If they searched by themselves, they wouldn't have thought of such a place by dawn tomorrow.
Aiden Campbell gave them the specific room number.
"Young Master Night, can I leave now?"
