His Wife Calls The Shots Chapter 1458: Kill1

Chapter 1458

The old man in the courtyard, admiring the flowers, calmly turned around to look at the person in the center of the courtyard.

The young girl slowly straightened up, her gaze indifferent and chilling.

At this mont, both of them could see her clearly.

The old man calmly waved his hand, asking the old butler to step back.

The old butler nodded, temporarily closed the door and waited outside. As he turned around, he couldn’t help clutching his chest, and slowly breathed out a sigh of relief.

Just now, he was so scared that he lost half his soul.

In the courtyard.

Wanda Wesley gradually approached the old man, stopping two ters away from him.

The old man let go of the small hoe in his hand, softly saying, "What were you thinking, returning again?"

Two years ago, Wanda Wesley made a promise in front of him that she would never appear in front of Robert Foster again. Furthermore, she promised not to let their relationship continue, on the condition that he wouldn’t interfere with Robert’s dream of being a singer.

At the ti, his people were all ready. If she didn’t agree, they would have released news detrintal to Robert’s career. In addition, he had negotiated with the collaborators; with his order, no one dare promote Robert’s works anymore.

The approach at that ti was akin to killing a thousand enemies and harming one’s self eight hundred, yet he was willing to try.

Everyone knew the subsequent result.

They compromised, he won.

But now, the old man looked at the girl before him and felt a sense of looming danger.

The latest information he received indicated that this young lady’s situation was worse than it had been two years ago. At that ti, she was just an experint subject, but now she was a patient with severe ntal damage.

The young lady didn’t answer his question, her gaze becoming more eerie.

But he remained calm and composed, slowly suggesting, "Miss Wesley, what is it about our Cain that has you so obsessed? He is just a man that needs the care of his family. You need a man stronger than you. Let go and live your own life, do not disturb him anymore."

Wanda Wesley’s head moved slightly.

She tilted her head, her gaze direct and unwavering.

This small movent was similar to the curiosity of a small animal, or the bewildernt of a robot.

This was a gesture she often made.

Sohow, it was enough to make one’s hair stand on end.

The old man narrowed his eyes, suddenly realizing that the girl before him was rather strange.

It seed she did not take in his words at all, completely imrsed in her own world.

But the nature of that world lost him for a mont.

Suddenly, the girl spoke, "I... recognize... you."

Her voice was as light as a feather, as though a bell ringing in the dead of the night, inexplicably eerie.

The confusion in her apricot eyes was gone, replaced with a ferocious wide-eyed stare.

This unfamiliar appearance caused the old man’s heartbeat to skip a beat.

His hand slowly moved toward the cane behind his chair, a cane that could be used as a weapon.

Suddenly, with a swoosh, the girl in front of him was now right in his face!

Her cold hands were around his neck, her expression icy.

"Kill." Out from her pink lips ca a single word, her eyes cold and emotionless, as if she was a puppet controlled by others!

With a clang, the old man’s cane fell to the ground.

Outside.

The old butler looked at the ti - it had been ten minutes. He decided to have a look inside.

Upon seeing the scene, he imdiately turned deathly pale!

"Master!"

In the resting pavilion, the chair was overturned, and the master was on the ground, completely motionless.

And Wanda Wesley was no longer by his side!