Damon was even worse off than her.
So, if she wanted revenge, she had no choice but to rely on Lu Bu'er.
No matter what, she had to protect this young man.
Even if it cost her life, she had to protect him.
"I know what you mean. Although a gentleman may seek vengeance even after ten years, how could I possibly wait that long? If I have a grudge, I usually settle it on the spot. Besides, there's no need for you to look so deeply aggrieved because... I've brought him back." Lu Bu'er yanked away the black cloth on the cart, revealing the noble Golden Coffin.
"Ah?"
Qiang Wei blinked her beautiful eyes, stunned.
She, of course, smelled it—the mysterious, ethereal fragrance.
It was just that the influx of information was too great in an instant, almost too much to believe.
"Are you saying, the Director... is inside?"
Her red lips slightly moved.
