She was now so exhausted that she felt muddled and didn't even want to say another word.
It seemed that the person was already tied up, and with a gun in her hand, there shouldn't be any more problems.
Gerald hadn't done this sort of thing before, but he couldn't lose his dignity as a man in front of a woman. He put on a ferocious expression and asked the two crooks, "You've got some nerve! Who put you up to this?!"
"It's a middle-aged man with a beard around the mouth, we only know he's called Leroy, don't know his real name."
Gerald turned to look at Purple, "It's not Bella Foster."
Purple really wanted to roll her eyes at him, but she didn't have the energy to and sighed, "Such dirty work of pulling strings in the middle, of course Bella Foster wouldn't touch it herself—she can totally hire people with money…"
