"Don't be anxious." He said to Doreen slowly, "There is still a whole day, just take your time."
After that, he stood up and walked upstairs, leaving Doreen with an indifferent silhouette.
Although Lance said this, looking at his back, Doreen felt inexplicably uneasy.
The night passed quickly.
Doreen stayed up all night, and when the morning birdsong sounded by the window, she walked out of the bedroom.
She came downstairs and found that Lance had gotten up earlier than her. The hands of the wall clock pointed to half past five. It seemed that she was not the only one who had not fallen asleep that night.
Lance was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper. His face was calm and his skin color was normal. Compared to her paleness, he had no influence at all.
Doreen stood on the stairs for a while, quietly looking at the face of her half-brother.
After living with him for many years, she had never understood his heart. Even at this moment, she didn't understand what he wanted to do.
She couldn't even get a glimpse of his inner thoughts from his expression.
Will he go?
she does not know.
But she won't let him go.
We cannot let the patriarch of the Gambino family die for Su Qianqian.
Mu Qiao's...
This is a crime she committed, so why not let her end it on her own...
Doreen's long eyelashes were gently covered, hiding the turmoil in her heart.
She went downstairs to make breakfast for Lance, and the two of them finished eating together. Lance's expression was very calm from beginning to end, but she looked at him as usual, but felt very uneasy.
In the afternoon, people from the US headquarters finally arrived. Lance did not ask them to search for traces of Mu Qiao and the others, but let them stay in the villa directly.
During dinner, Doreen's cooking fingers were trembling slightly.
She secretly put sleeping pills in Lance's favorite red wine.
She won't let him go...
Absolutely not.
Doreen made up her mind.
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"This wine was sent to me by Asa. She said it was your favorite brand." Doreen took the red wine bottle and poured a glass of wine into the crystal glass.
Asa…
Lance's eyes flickered slightly.
I haven't heard this name for a long time.
Thinking of his former personal bodyguard, Lance's emerald green eyes deepened slightly. He reached out to take the wine glass and looked down at the red wine.
The way he looked at the red wine silently made Doreen feel slightly guilty. She picked up the juice next to her and took a sip. She calmed down and asked softly: "What's wrong? Don't you want to drink it?"
Lance raised his eyes to look at her, shook his head with a smile, lowered his head and took a sip.
The familiar taste spread in his mouth, and he smiled slightly: "Good wine."
"As long as you like it."
Doreen breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Lance drink the wine. The palms holding the juice were already covered with cold sweat. She felt that her face must be ugly at the moment.
Playing tricks in front of Lance would put a lot of pressure on even his relatives.
In order to cover up her panic, Doreen drank a few more sips of juice. When she looked up, she saw Lance looking at her and smiling.
His smile made her inexplicably nervous.
"What's wrong?" Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated and she asked stammering, "Yes, what's so funny."
Lance smiled and shook his head, lowered his head and spit out the wine.