"..." Yolanda Bardot looked fearfully at the white pill bottle.
She didn't say a word, shivering uncontrollably.
Like staring at a bottle of poison.
"What are you afraid of!"
Harry North forcefully yanked her blanket, lifting her slender chin, his eyes fierce, "It won't kill her! It will just put her to sleep for three or four hours! Then she'll tell us where she's hiding the silk bag!"
"No...No..." Yolanda Bardot's eyes filled with hot tears, overflowing out, "I can't do this, Ella is my best friend for life."
"You idiot, as long as she doesn't find out, afterward, you two will still be best friends!"
Looking at her foolish and fearful look, Harry North taught her directly, "In the afternoon, ask her to have a cup of coffee together, dissolve three pills into it, colorless and tasteless, she will not find anything unusual. Then, she will be affected quickly, she will answer whatever you ask. It's that simple, what are you afraid of!"
