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.

rags as if it

Whose was it?

thought of Petty's

Would it be hers?

would Una, an innocent woman,

there in

no one

and continued to do her cleaning. She did

and then sat in

no useful stuff could be used to communicate with the outside

completely self-sufficient, relying on a

Nicole was somewhat upset.

she walked out of the warehouse. The sun descended toward the horizon and she

was stretching herself, she saw a few servants running towards the main hall

"What's going on?"

stopped a

to throw up. Lord Elvis is

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

walked behind

voice was filling

thought that although Elvis was ruthless, he was polite to outsiders. Now, Elvis looked like

was throw-up in these

go outside and find a doctor for her? Maybe she's

Nicole said directly.

room turned completely

instantly looked

"Why are you here?"

just stopped to take

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

got food poisoning just now? Did

Harley immediately pushed Nicole to the

surprised and

knows that if someone throws up like that, he must have got food poisoning. I know that but it doesn't mean I poisoned her. I've been in the warehouse all afternoon. How can

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

was completely

was taken to

a fucking

and shouted angrily, but

cursing Elvis and began to

could even hear the echo of

was a little

"Hey, anyone there?"

heard nothing but

sit for a while.

"Oh!"

and

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

"Be quiet."

sudden voice of the corpse

human

also want to

The corpse suddenly moved.

Her head was hit and

was used to darkness, she

a little damp, you'd better stoop to

woman's words

"Who are you?"

I? Does it matter? I'm a dead

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