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

Whose was it?

suddenly thought

Would it be hers?

so, would Una, an innocent woman, let that happen

stood there in

no one would

the coat and continued to do

cleaning, she felt a little tired and then sat in a

valuable clues and no useful stuff could be used to communicate

were completely self-sufficient, relying on a vegetable

Nicole was somewhat upset.

sun descended toward the horizon and she then found that

Nicole was stretching herself, she saw a few

"What's going on?"

a

throw up. Lord Elvis is worried about her and is also furious

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

behind

was filling the

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

there was throw-up in these washbasins. Obviously,

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

Nicole said directly.

turned

instantly looked at

"Why are you here?"

stopped to take a

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

just now? Did you poison

Harley immediately pushed Nicole

surprised and

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

at that time? Lock her up in the basement. Nicole, if I find that you actually

completely crazy

was taken to a

you're a fucking

angrily, but she was

cursing Elvis and

spacious and she could even hear the echo of her voice. There was

a

"Hey, anyone there?"

heard nothing but

frightened and wanted to sit for a while.

"Oh!"

screamed and

she couldn't see clearly what was

"Be quiet."

voice of the

human or a

want to

The corpse suddenly moved.

retreated several steps. Her head was hit

used to darkness, she could

stoop to walk. You can sit down

found that the woman's

"Who are you?"

Does it matter? I'm

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