With that thought in mind, Gianna smiled self-deprecatingly. "No one would dare say I have more wrinkles anyway."
A dumbass like that wouldn't live for very long.
Suddenly, her hand froze.
The mirror in front of her showed her reflection and… a black figure, slowly emerging from the darkness.
"Jonathan?" she murmured, but there was a tremor in her voice.
She slowly lowered her hand and turned around. She looked at the man in a suit who was five meters away. "Are you here to kill me?"
Luke held a Glock in his hand and said calmly, "Yes."
Gianna laughed. "True; there would be no other reason for you to visit me, right? Even if we are old friends."
Luke felt a little awkward.
In fact, there had been something between Gianna and John before.
Of course, it was Gianna who had made the first move, to be exact; John never accepted.
It had to be said that it was really too much for a man to be too handsome.
