In the end, Mozart still answered the phone. After all, he had indeed let Ludwig stay, and it would be somewhat impolite not to tell Beasley.

As soon as the call was connected, Beasley said in horror, “Mr. Evans, I am very sorry. Something bad has happened!”

Mozart said, “Mr. Marcher, speak slowly if you have something to say. What happened?”

Beasley took a breath, and said with lingering fear, “Virgina is dead… I failed to protect her well, please don’t be angry with me…”

“What?” When Mozart heard that, he couldn’t help but be shocked.

After all, he and Ludwig just went to meet Virgina in the afternoon. And, she was dead now?

Although he didn’t have a deep relationship with Virgina, after hearing the news, he was infuriated. Virgina’s life could’ve been changed, and she could have a brand-new future. But now, it was over before it even started.

“How did Virgina die?” Mozart asked in a cold voice with murderous intent.

In any case, Virgina had helped him. Moreover, he owed her favors.

Thinking of such a young and lovely mixed-race beauty being killed, Mozart was infuriated.

Beasley said, “I don’t know. It’s a foreigner… Mr. Evans, you also know that we always feel that foreigners look similar…”

Mozart asked, “Foreigner? Is it the guy who came to the bar with Anson yesterday?”

Beasley said, “When you put it this way, he seems to be a bit familiar…”

Mozart sneered, “Beasley, cut the crap!”

Evans, he is indeed that foreigner. Virgina was beaten to death by a punch in the heart, and one of her fingers was

directly hung

was terrified, though he infuriated Mozart

Virgina just an

Mr. Evans be so

that could be traded or discarded at will and was worthless. But Mozart didn’t think so. Perhaps it was because Virgina had drunk with him, or

Ludwig might

of the boxing gym of Sanchez Fist. He took a long stride and

big

of physical fitness did they have to have

little uneasy. What could make Mozart so

the Golden Garden Community like lightning, hoping that Disrak would slow down and not find

faster than driving. In addition to the darkness, some passers-by only thought that some larger wild cat had

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for such

better than enjoying

Ludwig’s face, and she walked

just after a few steps, her expression suddenly changed

away in

turned around and wanted to run, but she didn’t perhaps because she knew very well that even if she ran, she might

It seems that we



help but sigh in her heart, feeling unspeakably sad. A

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