Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

“No … it can’t be.”

The answer called out, but Winnie could not muster the courage to be sure.

Could it be that Fredrick was the real culprit behind the crime, and then framed Matthew Grant so that she too would see him as an enemy.

But why did he go to the trouble of taking her as a pawn and then throwing her away at will, it makes no sense.

She is already shaken, Matthew Grant also do not say more, he is still anxious to go home.

Matthew Grant patted Charles White’s shoulder, he did not expect the group to put their hands on Selina this time.

Now it is very likely that Selina is in the hands of Winnie’s so-called organization.

Take Selina is nothing more than a threat to Charles White, to knock out Matthew Grant’s right arm.

But in Matthew Grant’s view, this approach is very stupid, the target is not precise enough, his opponent this time, the means is poisonous enough, but still not smart enough.

Matthew Grant and Curtis Irwin left the dungeon, leaving only Charles White and his men by the glass cell.

Her identity has been exposed, and her previous ambiguous relationship with Charles White dissipated.

“I’ve been exposed for a long time, haven’t I, since when?”

Winnie thought she had everything under control, that she could start when she wanted to start, that she could stop when she wanted to stop.

Now it seemed that she had done nothing, and had even started out wrong.

“You really don’t know Selina’s whereabouts?”

Charles White didn’t take her words, he only cared about Selina’s whereabouts.

“I’m one of the ones being counted, how could they possibly tell me.”

Charles White tried to find traces of lying on Winnie’s face, now he couldn’t wait for Winnie to be lying, at least there was a glimmer of possibility of finding Selina.

Too bad she wasn’t.

“Send her out.” Charles White commanded his men indifferently.

Matthew Grant had said to let her go, and Charles White didn’t want to bother with a useless person.

He lifted a step to leave, and Winnie said anxiously, “Fredrick! Do you know Fredrick?”

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Charles White at the moment temperamental, extreme depression reached a critical point, before not knowing when to shift next, he left the dungeon with a quick step.

At ten o’clock in the middle of the night, Matthew Grant went away to watch Blanca Roach sleep.

He remembered that Blanca Roach was sleeping in bed, how come she was sitting on the couch in the living room when he returned.

Blanca Roach looked at Matthew Grant, who had just walked in the door, for a moment.

“I wanted to go back to pretending to sleep, but I was just curious, and instead of letting me be scared by something that I couldn’t handle, don’t let me be killed by curiosity, okay Matthew Grant?”

Blanca Roach saw Matthew Grant holding several packages of kraft paper wrapping tied with twine, the packaging of a pastry store, especially with a diamond-shaped red background with black letters affixed to the package, it was hard to mistake.

In the evening, Blanca Roach yelled that she wanted to eat hawthorn pot helmet, so he went to buy it.

Otherwise he wouldn’t have gone to The White family dungeon in the middle of the night to have a look around, he didn’t have that much time.

“There’s beef tongue pastry in there, too.” Matthew Grant put the pastry on the coffee table and walked over to sit next to Blanca Roach.

It was as if he had really just gone out and simply gone out to buy something.

Through the packaging Blanca Roach could smell the pastry and could imagine the melt-in-your-mouth texture.

When you are pregnant, you really don’t have any backbone when it comes to the things you want to eat.

Her hands gripped her pajamas, only she knew how much she was struggling with her heart.

Blanca Roach! She couldn’t ask Matthew Grant where he’d gone after she’d eaten her snack.

A handful of thighs twisted, she did not feel heavy herself, but the pain of the backlash was too much to kill.

“Aha … hurts…”