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.

knocked on the door, and the rest of the Murray family would have been woken up long ago. Of course, Kellen

this manor, how

who is who when a child screams, let alone Wade,

immediately concluded that it was Wade’s voice, it

enough to

lowered his voice nervously:

called Colt up and asked

couldn’t find

surveillance was artificially turned

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

over, there was a flash of calculation

slightly:

Martin said: “Okay.”

want to sleep in your

and led Wade

main building of the manor soon returned to dead

the first floor was quietly pushed open, and a figure

squatting on the top

the spot, and would never

this maid is either terribly treacherous, or

to believe

walked upstairs

that she also went around the villa, a bit like patrolling,

frowned, feeling strange for some

**

the room, Wade was lying

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

body was straight, and his hands were neatly placed on his

took out a thin quilt and said lightly, “Go

there was no night light in Martin’s room, only the dim light from outside the

window and subconsciously moved towards his

pursed his lips and probed in

responded with one word:

to himself: Didn’t fall

out of test tubes, and the purpose of our existence is to provide a match for

and said

pouted: “Everyone says

mother since childhood, only

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

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