The ruthless and precise nature of it sent shivers down the spine.
His bullet was shot down.
Only then did Hank Finn slowly turn his head, his pupils pitch-black and boundless, his gaze casually swept across her abdomen.
"Who asked you to come?"
Yvonne Finley put down the gun, her face expressionless: "Why can't I buy a ticket to leave?"
She didn't think it was a coincidence.
Only then did Hank Finn remove his headphones.
He went to one side and wiped his hands, his voice subtly cruel: "Someone doesn't want you to leave."
Yvonne Finley squinted her eyes, almost snorting in derision: "Wilson Finley?"
"Hmm, smart." Hank Finn didn't intend to hide anything.
This was a problem that Wilson Finley tossed at him.
He left rather casually.
Yvonne Finley remained silent for a while, with a strange feeling lingering in her heart. Wilson Finley was no longer the man she knew. Everything was turned upside down; a perfect dream shattered in the world.
"Where is he now?"
