She asked delicately: "My dear, what do you want from me now?"
After hearing that very artificial voice, Lance rolled his eyes towards the sky.
Doreen seemed to feel that she couldn't see acquaintances like this, so she took her cell phone and ran to a distance to make a call.
After Doreen left, Lance sat up straight. He raised his eyes and glanced at Asa, and asked slowly: "Can you tell me the truth now?"
"What?" Asa was stunned for a moment.
Lance broke off a banana from the coffee table and ate it slowly, looking at her whether he would laugh or not: "You are hiding something from me."
"..."
"You have been with me for so many years. You know me very well, and I know you very well." He raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "You have never disobeyed my orders, and now you not only disobeyed me, but you also brought people here to find you."
I, Asa, have to say that you are getting more and more courageous. Who gives you the right to do such a thing?!"
Asa was shocked, gritted his teeth, and said nothing.
"Who is that woman?" Lance suddenly asked.
"What?"
"Don't pretend to be stupid for me." Lance looked at her with evil eyes, "I don't like others to lie to me, you know that, right?"
"..."
"I ask again - who is the woman on your phone?"
Asa's fingers were trembling slightly, but he still gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Can't say, can't say.
Absolutely not!
She would never allow him to remember that woman!
"I had a strange feeling last time I saw her," Lance looked at her pale face and said slowly, "There is a very familiar feeling... Logically speaking, this should be the first time I see her,
But when I saw that face, my heart felt very uncomfortable..."
He frowned slightly, seeming to recall the feeling of a slight throbbing pain in his heart. He stretched out his hand to hold his chest, and his eyes became confused.
What does this feel like?
Although I have never seen it before, it seems that I have seen it countless times.
I wish she would die, but I can't bear to see her die...
Otherwise, that night, that mercenary group would have been completely wiped out by him.
In his hands, no one was ever allowed to be left alive.
Asa lowered his head lower and lower.
She didn't dare to look at Lance's face, and she just begged him not to see her expression at the moment.
"Asa!"
"Master Lance..." Asa pursed his lips and begged, "Asa has grown up with you... and has never thought of harming you. Not before, not now, not in the future! You
Just trust Asa once, please don’t ask again..."
She didn't know if she could bear the blow of Lance's death again.
Her life was saved by him and given by him.
Lance's death was not only the collapse of the Gambino family, but also the loss of her life...
She no longer wanted to face that moment again.
Lance looked at her expressionlessly.
There was a hint of coldness in his eyes, and he was not moved by her plea.
In his world, there was never such a thing as emotion.
The fruit knife he was playing with quickly spun around on his fingertips. He stood up suddenly. Asa felt a strong sense of oppression coming over her instantly. She opened her eyes slightly. Lance was less than ten years away from her.
Centimeter, that sharp fruit knife was pressed tightly against her fragile throat, shining with silver, and she couldn't help but swallow her saliva.