She wanted to go back, but it seed leaving wasn’t that simple.
She had a strong premonition that the man nad Andrew before her was her only support.
And if she relied on him, she would definitely be able to leave this godforsaken place and return to Capital Town.
"A Country?"
Andrew raised an eyebrow, and that slight change in his expression was caught by Shirley Grant.
"That’s right, I was kidnapped by them, I want to go ho."
She straightforwardly revealed her motive; in her view, these people raced through bullets and storms, so there was no point in playing gas.
It was better to be direct; perhaps this approach could gain so favor.
Shirley Grant’s thought was entirely correct.
Andrew pondered for a mont.
"Take her back."
This woman gave him a feeling he couldn’t dislike; he just felt that if he didn’t care for her, a tragedy might occur.
And Andrew’s actions eventually proved to be the right decision.
He got a great advantage because of it.
But of course, that’s a story for another ti.
At a villa in Sicily.
Andrew didn’t leave Shirley Grant anywhere else; he directly took her to his residence.
"There are plenty of guest rooms here, you can choose any one you like."
He casually said, then poured himself a glass of water and sat there drinking.
Shirley Grant raised her head and took a look around; it was neither dirty nor ssy, but she couldn’t see any servant.
"Did you clean this place yourself?"
It was hard to imagine the nearly 1.9-ter-tall gentleman cleaning the place himself.
Andrew raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips, standing to walk over to Shirley Grant.
This woman seed so tiny; he’d feel that if he exerted any force, she’d go straight to heaven.
"From now on, this job is yours."
He wouldn’t keep a useless waste here.
Since a woman arrived, surely she knew how to clean a room?
"?"
Shirley Grant could hardly believe her ears; what did she just hear?
"I wasn’t planning to stay here long-term; lend so money for a ticket, and once I return to A Country, I’ll definitely pay you back."
Shirley Grant looked at him nervously, very afraid he’d refuse.
Andrew’s face was full of smiles as he looked at Shirley Grant with significant aning.
"Miss, I’m not a good person. I didn’t save you, I captured you."
His words made Shirley Grant step back several paces.
Captured?
This ant she couldn’t easily leave here; she had beco just a servant now.
He wasn’t willing to let her go.
Why?
"I can give you money, as much as you want; I just want to go ho. I have a seven-year-old son with heart disease, please let go."
She suddenly broke down, losing her initial strength, crouching slowly to the ground.
She thought she had escaped, thought she’d soon be ho.
But...
Why!
Why did it have to be like this!
......
Shirley Grant was helplessly stuck in Sicily, while Alan Morgan welcod the day of Gerry Peary’s surgery.
"Gerry, don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon, and you’ll be just like a normal kid."
Alan Morgan looked very worriedly at Gerry Peary lying on the hospital bed, his eyes full of unease.
He was terribly afraid of a mishap; he couldn’t bear the consequences of a failed surgery.
"Okay."
Gerry Peary responded, his face full of youthful smiles.
"Dad, can you promise Gerry to go find Mom?"
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