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

Whose was it?

thought

Would it be hers?

innocent woman, let that happen in front

there

no one would

and continued to do

a little tired and then

clues and no useful stuff could be used to communicate

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

she saw a few servants running towards the main hall

"What's going on?"

stopped a servant

suddenly began to throw up. Lord Elvis

"Throw up?"

Nicole frowned slightly.

behind

voice was filling

looked like an angry lion, and he was so manic that he would kill anyone who dared

servants constantly took washbasins out. Nicole found there was throw-up in these washbasins. Obviously, it

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

Nicole said directly.

room turned completely

instantly looked at

"Why are you here?"

stopped to

Nicole shrugged indifferently.

Elvis narrowed his eyes.

just now?

Harley immediately pushed Nicole to the

was surprised and

he must have got food poisoning. I know that but it doesn't mean I poisoned her. I've been in the warehouse all

poisoned her or not at that time? Lock her up in the basement. Nicole, if I find that you actually did it, no matter who

was completely

to

a

angrily, but she was

cursing Elvis and began to

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

was a little

"Hey, anyone there?"

heard nothing but the echo

to sit for a while. Just then

"Oh!"

screamed and

what was inside the basement. No wonder she would be frightened after

"Be quiet."

voice of the corpse

you a human or

want to know

The corpse suddenly moved.

several steps. Her head was hit and it

used to darkness, she

to walk. You can sit down if you feel

woman's words logical

"Who are you?"

matter? I'm

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