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.

in rags as if it was lashed hard

Whose was it?

suddenly thought

Would it be hers?

would Una, an innocent woman,

stood there

one would

coat and continued to do her cleaning. She did

she felt a little tired and then sat

clues and no useful stuff could be used to

here were completely self-sufficient, relying on a

Nicole was somewhat upset.

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

few servants running towards the main hall in

"What's going on?"

stopped a servant

to throw up. Lord Elvis

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

walked behind

was filling

looked like

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

island? Why don't you go outside and find a doctor for her? Maybe she's

Nicole said directly.

room turned

looked

"Why are you here?"

to take a

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

she's got food poisoning just now? Did you poison her? Get her for

Harley immediately pushed Nicole to

was surprised

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

her or not at that time? Lock her up in the basement. Nicole, if I find that you actually

completely crazy

was taken to a cold

a fucking

and shouted angrily, but she

cursing Elvis and

could even hear the echo of her voice. There was

a little

"Hey, anyone there?"

nothing but

frightened and wanted to sit for a while. Just then

"Oh!"

screamed and

enough. It was so dark here that she couldn't see clearly what was inside the basement. No wonder she

"Be quiet."

the corpse almost finished

human

also want to know

The corpse suddenly moved.

afraid and retreated several steps. Her head was

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

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

the woman's words logical and

"Who are you?"

it matter? I'm a dead man

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