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.

was in rags as if it was

Whose was it?

thought

Would it be hers?

innocent woman, let that happen in

stood there in deep

no one would answer

do her

tired and then sat in a chair

stuff could be

completely self-sufficient,

Nicole was somewhat upset.

order, she walked out of the warehouse. The sun descended toward the horizon and she then found that she had spent all the

few

"What's going on?"

stopped a

said anxiously, "Una suddenly began to throw up. Lord Elvis is worried about her and

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

behind the

was filling the

to outsiders. Now, Elvis looked like an angry lion,

servants constantly took washbasins out. Nicole found there was throw-up

have a doctor on this island? Why don't you go outside and find a doctor for her? Maybe

Nicole said directly.

room turned completely

instantly looked at

"Why are you here?"

stopped to take

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

got food poisoning just now? Did you

that, Harley immediately pushed Nicole

was surprised and

throws up like that, he must have got food poisoning. I know that but it doesn't mean I

time? Lock her up in the basement. Nicole, if I find that you actually did it, no matter who you are, I won't let

was completely crazy

to a cold

you're a

scolded and shouted angrily,

stopped cursing Elvis

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

a little

"Hey, anyone there?"

heard nothing

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

"Oh!"

screamed and

see clearly what was inside the basement. No wonder

"Be quiet."

of the corpse almost

a human or

want to know the

The corpse suddenly moved.

Her head was hit and it hurt her

up. Perhaps she was used to

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

that the woman's

"Who are you?"

it matter? I'm a

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