This was a task even the serial killer couldn't complete, but it was no problem for Aunt Mary.
Karen poured a cup of coffee for Aunt Mary, who sipped it slowly.
During work, coffee was just used to adjust the mood, and there was no time to savor it.
Karen saw that Aunt Mary was just spraying paint on Mr. Ximor's body.
Yes, spraying paint, was like doing maintenance on a car.
And Mr. Ximor's abs... they were truly bronze.
"Nice, right?"
Aunt Mary held the coffee cup in one hand, stroked Mr. Ximor's abs with the other, and said to Karen,
"You can touch it. Mr. Ximor won't mind."
"No, thanks, Aunt Mary."
He still wasn't used to touching a man's abs, especially a dead man's.
"Mr. Ximor's figure is really good. You can tell he liked to work out when he was alive."
Hearing this, a thought crossed Karen's mind.
If he could take Mr. Ximor to visit Piaget, he might feel more secure.
