Eight Kickass Uncle Sweet Spoil

Eight Kickass Uncle’ Sweet Spoil By Amber Arnold Chapter 117

Chapter 117 Its not sure who scares who

A woman stood outside the door, with Kellen next to her.

Kellen held a sharp knife to the woman’s neck.

This woman is none other than Sylvia!

“Don’t move.” Kellen’s voice was flat, with a hint of cold killing intent invisible.

Sylvia’s eyes widened, and she repeated in panic, “Don’t cut off my head. Don’t cut off my head.”

Kellen narrowed his eyes.

When the kitchen knife flew over in the afternoon, she also disappeared in fright, repeatedly saying not to chop her head off.

When a normal person sees a knife flying towards him or touching his neck, he should say ‘don’t kill me’ or ‘help’.

This woman is really abnormal.

“Who are you?” Kellen’s voice was cold.

Sylvia’s face was pale, and she said tremblingly, “I’m Sylvia.”

Kellen and Martin exchanged glances.

“What are you doing here?” Martin asked.

Sylvia stammered and said, “I couldn’t sleep at night, and I just heard something going on.”

She rolled her eyes and landed on Wade: “It seems to be Wade’s voice. Is Wade okay?”

A gleam of coldness flashed in Martin’s eyes, but he just said lightly “It’s nothing, you can go back!”

Kellen withdrew the sharp knife upon hearing this.

Sylvia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Kellen carefully, and then said. again and again: “Yes. I’ll go back now.”

After speaking, he left quickly.

Wade said, “Dad, what’s the matter?”

Martin lowered his voice: “The room where the servants rest is on the other side of the manor, about 500 meters away-even if you yell, it’s impossible for her to hear you and come over so quickly.”

The decoration quality of the Murray family manor is very good, and the sound insulation effect is very good.

the rest of the Murray family would have been woken

this manor, how does she know that you are the

hard to tell who is who when a child screams, let alone Wade, Hamza and Zion are all three

immediately concluded that it was Wade’s voice, it was

enough to prove that she

lowered his voice nervously:

Colt up and asked him

he couldn’t find

surveillance was artificially

even more frightening. Sometimes, people with strange movements were scarier

was looking over, there was a

his voice raised slightly: “Then

Martin said: “Okay.”

I want to sleep in

hummed and led Wade back to

manor soon returned to dead

floor was quietly pushed open, and a figure floated

on the

was caught once on the spot, and would

this maid is either terribly treacherous, or she doesn’t have the thinking of a

to believe that she

walked upstairs slowly

also went around the villa, a bit like patrolling, like a lonely ghost

strange for

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lying on a big

room is more of a cold blue-gray, and things are placed meticulously, giving people

was straight, and his hands were

thin quilt and said

light in Martin’s room, only the dim light from outside the

the window and

his lips and probed in a low voice:

responded with

thought to himself:

my brother and I came out of test tubes, and the purpose of our existence is to provide a

closed his eyes, and said lightly,

“Everyone says

have no mother since childhood,

photos or other news owned by the family, there is no trace of their mother’s existence at

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