Olivia Fordham And Ethan Miller

Chapter 1231

That was precisely why S-rank female assassins were so coveted. A man’s neck would already be snapped in situations like this. A woman would at least be given a chance to talk her way out of it.

Olivia took a deep breath. Tears welled up in her eyes as she started to put up a performance.

“I saw you passed out at the side of the river and was about to perform CPR…”

“Is that why you took off my shirt?” Wayne’s chest was still bare.

Olivia sniffed. “Why else? Do you think I wanted to do it with you? You were unconscious. What could I possibly do?”

Wayne observed her facial expression like he was trying to see if she was telling the truth.

“Who are you? Why are you in a place like this?”

the blood from the injury on his arm stained his shirt. It dripped from his

herb that blooms at night.

sneered. “Do you think I’d believe that? No matter who you are, you’re dying

overdrive as

succeeded or not. He would be alerted,

down Olivia’s face. “I’m really a doctor. If you don’t believe me, I can prove it to

die even if you are a doctor. I don’t

was left with no other choice. Wayne was more violent than the data

prepared to fight to the death since she valued her life more than the success

suddenly clutched his head

knelt on the floor like a maniac. His shirt was opened, revealing his muscular

wasn’t the time to focus on that. Olivia

now. He held his head with one hand

she could just draw her

to take

and said gently, “Does your head hurt a