The children's toy in her arms looked somewhat childish.
But when she was confronted with Chester Yale's scrutinizing gaze, Evelyn Sherman could only boldly claim that she liked beetles.
"Evelyn Sherman, you're still into dolls at your age? Your taste is really heavy." After a long time, Chester Yale spoke with a sarcastic tone, walked over, took the toy from her hand, and narrowed his wicked eyes to examine it.
It was another beetle...
This was really spooky.
Earlier today, he had encountered a kid wearing a beetle children's mask outside the villa gate, and his tires had been punctured.
Now, he saw a beetle toy in the villa, even his woman was occupied, and was his life going to be surrounded by a beetle?
Chester Yale's pupils tightened, and he coldly opened his lips, "Throw it away."
"What?" Evelyn looked at him blankly, then glanced down at the toy in her hand again.
