In a second, Lance’s face darkened.
Yvette’s face turned pale. After being together with Lance for two years, she naturally knew that Lance hated people who lied to him the most.
But on second thought, she would not have much contact with the mighty Mr. Wolseley in the future. It was fine if he knew, but it was best if he hated her so much that he did not want to see her at all.
Then she could get so peace.
Ellen directly blocked Yvette behind her. Ellen looked at Lance and said cautiously, "You caused Yvette to be so miserable. So what if she wants you to die? If soone causes to be so miserable, I will kill him myself."
Ellen naturally protected her best friend. Moreover, Yvette was right. It was Lance who was wrong.
Lance’s expression was extrely cold, and he did not say a word.
However, after not a week, he seed to have beco much thinner, and his face was still a little sickly.
Yvette thought of the day when Frankie said that Lance had vomited blood and fainted. She had thought that Lance had played so tricks, but now it seed to be true.
At first glance, she saw his weak side. It would be a lie to say that there was no fluctuation in her heart.
After all, he was soone she had once loved with all her might, and it was difficult for her to be indifferent.
Yvette knew that she was too soft-hearted and could not be too heartless to others.
However, even though he was sick, Lance’s noble temperant was not lost. Instead, his pale face made him even more charming.
Yvette thought that he would at least question her a few words, and she was ready to respond.
However, the first ti he looked at her, his gaze was a little fierce, and then he completely stopped looking at her.
He directly strode away from her indifferently as if he did not know her.
It was as if he was responding to Yvette’s words when they divorced.
It was also what Yvette wanted. They should act as if they were strangers.
But for so reason, seeing him so indifferent, she still felt a little bitter in her heart.
Ti was truly a terrifying thing. Many emotions had already eroded into her bones. There was no need to mobilize them, and they naturally rose.
Taking a deep breath, Yvette blinked.
This was also good. The two of them would die of old age and never interact with each other, forgetting each other.
Jamie glanced at his brother, his face cold. When he passed Ellen, he said, "Later, I have sothing to settle with you."
Ellen’s face instantly turned pale.
After leaving the bar, since both of them had drunk wine, Ellen called for a driver.
She first sent Yvette back and then went to Jamie’s apartnt.
When she arrived at the door of the apartnt, she naturally felt timid. Jamie had too many ways to torture people.
She closed her eyes and rang the doorbell. The door opened automatically.
Ellen stepped in and wanted to be a little more obedient so as to end it quickly.
The man was in a suit and stood in front of the French window with his back to her.
When he heard her co in, he turned around. His eyes were as cold as if he had just crawled out of hell.
"Ellen, you’ve been doing pretty well recently."
Jamie’s tone was calm, but it was scary.
Ellen could not guess what he knew, so she had to pretend to be silly. "What did you say?"
Jamie took out a stack of photos and threw them on her face. The sharp corner of the photos cut her ear.
"The night before yesterday was Mr. Baker, yesterday’s afternoon was Mr. Moore, and today’s noon was Mr. Hacker..."
He paused and then said lightly, "Ellen, can you have enough ti to stay with them?"
In an instant, Ellen felt as if her head had been struck by lightning and went blank.
He knew that she had pulled in her allies.
Ellen panicked, and the only words in her mind were "It’s over."
She turned around and wanted to run out without thinking. It was out of her instinctive fear.
Jamie pinched the back of her neck in two steps and pressed her face against the window with a backhand.
His thin lips pressed against her ear from behind and asked, "Where did they touch?"
Ellen instinctively felt fear. Her face was deford. She felt that Jamie had tied up her hands with a chain behind her.
She had a feeling that Jamie had gone crazy again. If he went crazy, he would kill her.
Ellen trembled all over and tried to explain, "I didn’t. They didn’t touch ."
However, Jamie would not believe it. He hated people who were out of his control the most.
"I hate people touching my toys!"
Jamie’s eyes were dark. He stretched out his long arm and pulled out a bottle of champagne from the rack. His handso face was filled with cruelty. "Since your body is dirty, I’ll help you disinfect it."
Ellen’s mind went blank in an instant, and fear filled her heart.
She shouted angrily, "Jamie, you are crazy! You can’t do this! Let go!"
Jamie sneered and pressed his long legs against her knees. He said coldly, "So what?"
Ellen was pressed against the glass and watched as his fingers pressed against the cork of the champagne bottle. He shook it up and down, and when the fine bubbles all rose, he tilted the bottle.
"Jamie, are you still human or not? You are a fucking mad dog!" Ellen’s eyes widened in fear.
Even calling him a mad dog was praising him. He was a zombie that slaughtered people.
"Bang!"
The champagne cork popped out.
The alcohol sprayed out, causing Ellen to let out a dying scream.
Her world was going crazy, and every nerve in her body was activated in excitent.
Behind her, the man had a ruthless expression like a ssenger from hell.
He smiled and admired her pale face. His evil nature was revealed at that mont, "It’s just the beginning. You have to take it easy."
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