Queta had never thought that Connor would not be interested in her at all.
At this moment, she had used up all her trump cards.
Whether it was her body or the resources in her hands, they seemed to not be worth mentioning in front of Connor.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Connor narrowed his eyes.
Queta took a deep breath and hurriedly said, "Mr. McDonald, if you really kill me today, how are you going to face Freya in the future? Freya would never be with a murderer…"
Connor sneered, then said disdainfully, "Who can prove that I killed you? I can say that someone wanted to assassinate you, and that I survived, but you died. It's not like the dead can speak!"
After hearing Connor's words, Queta was completely in despair, fear on her face. At this moment, she realized that Connor had already thought of everything.
At this moment, Connor could indeed fake the scene as if someone wanted to assassinate him.
