Don't Try to Escape, My Wife!

Chapter 915 Who Are You

"Lord Elvis, what's the matter..."

When his subordinates saw Elvis looking at Nicole, they thought that Elvis liked Nicole. And they hurriedly asked but only received Elvis' furious glare.

"I'm not interested in her. I just..."

Elvis did not continue to say but his lips curled.

Nicole felt like that someone was looking at her. She suddenly opened her eyes and looked directly at the camera.

At the same time, Elvis was also staring at her face through the screen.

Nicole smiled faintly. She turned around and continued to sleep.

Elvis seemed irritated by that.

She was too arrogant.

Did she really thought I wouldn't hurt her?

See what she was doing!

Was she really a hostage?

She was more likely to be a tourist!

"Ask Nicole to clean up the warehouse."

Elvis suddenly said.

He didn't want to put Nicole at ease.

"Yes."

The subordinates immediately arranged for her.

Nicole was sleeping soundly when she was called.

"Lord Elvis ordered you to clean the warehouse. Here are some tools."

Harley threw a broom and other tools in front of Nicole.

Audrey was instantly enraged.

"Are you kidding me? My daughter is pregnant, and you ask her to do cleaning? If you insist, then let me do it."

"Mom, they asked me not you. Don't worry. I'll go. Besides, I'm pregnant for a short time, so it's fine."

Nicole didn't really care.

She took the broom and rag and followed Harley to the warehouse, notwithstanding Audrey's advice to the contrary.

There were only some clothes in the warehouse.

Harley brought Nicole over there and left.

Nicole found the warehouse was quite large but was in a mess.

As she was free all the time, she was happy to do something. She then packed up.

There were many cloths and some old clothes. She didn't know how to deal with them. Throw away?

Nicole gathered the clothes together and suddenly saw one that had blood on it.

The coat looked old as the blood stains on it had already darkened. She wouldn't have found if she looked at it carelessly.

Nicole frowned slightly. She sniffed the coat and couldn't smell the blood.

as if it was lashed

Whose was it?

thought

Would it be hers?

innocent woman, let that happen in front of

there in deep

no one would answer

do

cleaning, she felt a little tired and then

were no valuable clues and no useful stuff could be used to communicate with the outside world in

self-sufficient, relying on

Nicole was somewhat upset.

putting the tools in order, she walked out of the warehouse. The sun descended toward the horizon and she then found

a few servants running towards

"What's going on?"

a servant

suddenly began to throw up. Lord Elvis is worried

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

behind the

voice was

had always thought that although Elvis was ruthless, he was polite to outsiders. Now, Elvis looked like an angry

washbasins out. Nicole found there was throw-up in these washbasins. Obviously, it came

don't you go outside and find

Nicole said directly.

room turned

looked at

"Why are you here?"

just stopped to take a

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

just now? Did you poison her? Get her for

Harley immediately pushed Nicole to the

surprised

got food poisoning. I know that but it doesn't mean I poisoned her. I've been in the warehouse all afternoon. How can

piano together in the morning. Heaven knows whether you poisoned her or not at that time? Lock her up in the basement. Nicole, if I find that you actually

was completely crazy

was taken to a cold

a fucking

shouted angrily, but

was tired, so she stopped cursing Elvis and

even hear the echo of her voice. There was no light

was a

"Hey, anyone there?"

heard nothing but

frightened and wanted to sit for a while. Just then she suddenly

"Oh!"

and almost

brave enough. It was so dark here that she couldn't see clearly what was inside the basement. No wonder she would be frightened after touching a body

"Be quiet."

of the corpse

a human or a

also want to know

The corpse suddenly moved.

and retreated several steps. Her head was hit

woman sat up. Perhaps she was used to darkness, she could

the ceiling is relatively low and a little damp, you'd better stoop to walk. You

woman's

"Who are you?"

matter?

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