"Ma'am, I get rid of the bodies and the rest of the stuff, but you have to not show yourself in the coming days," Sir Mark said. He rubbed his beard and touched the edge of his one eyeglass. His serious looks were swearing she would be in critical condition if she did not work with his advice.
"I know, but I can't; I have to keep the plan on the move; Rafael won't fall for me by his one," Erika whispered, pressing her hands on his. He helped her wake up in the room.
"The police are watching you; every step of yours is recorded." Sir Mark stared as he gave her some painkillers. "I'm fine, thank you." She muttered while lowering her head. She dove into deep thoughts of her dark past.
"Do some research on a lady named Elizabeth; she alleged that she's my mother's sister. In addition to the Lightwell company, I need more information about the owner," Erika said. He nodded his head and went in his way. She leaned with her hands crossed, and she twisted her ankle.
