Wilfred helped the drunken Wayne Bailey to his feet, his own leg was limping, making it difficult for him to even walk; he called two bodyguards to carry Wayne up to the second floor.
"Anna Jadwin... Anna Jadwin..."
Wayne kept calling out Anna Jadwin's name on the way, while Charles Harrington picked up a glass of water and fiercely smashed it on the floor.
"Sober him up, there's no time left, I am willing to give up the Blue Tourmaline."
Wilfred's spine stiffened, "Mr. Harrington, are you serious?"
"Make him sober up now!!!" Charles Harrington clenched his fists tightly, ominously dreadful.
Anna Jadwin's life was hanging by a thread, and Wayne was still in the mood for drinking!?
Every single second now could rob Anna Jadwin of her life!
Charles Harrington, frantic and restless, exclaimed, "What are you still standing there for? Waiting to collect corpses for the entire estate, or what——"
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