"Yes, Fastino, she is fine with my sister; stop worrying and focus on what I told you," Ronald said. He hung up the call the moment an old man came to his room.
"Sir young Wilson, my apology, you have a victor." The old man's voice was vivid. Ronald nodded his head and let the guest in. "Hello Ronald, I'm Mr. Linor." The man said, shutting his book; his gaze was fixed on Ronald's cold expression.
"Let me guess you came for Erika," Ronald said, waving for him to sit on the sofa. Mr. Linor showed his bright smile, and then the serious looks upon him would tell such a sad and angry tale: "I'm here to make you stop her; Rafael will destroy my sister, and then..." Mr. Linor was saying as Ronald began to giggle.
"Why should I save her? As you mentioned, she is your sister; why don't you take care of her?" Ronald said, leaning forward, his looks getting colder.
