Holger's body trembled all of a sudden. He looked as if he had seen a ghost.

In the next second, the smile in Victoria's eyes deepened, "Let's have a talk. Let me go, alright?"

All of a sudden, he pushed away her hand. He was so shocked that he took three steps back, and his mind was obviously in a panic for a moment.

"Miss Atlas, please behave yourself!"

With her hands crossed in front of her chest, her lips were smeared with cunningness, "Let me go! Otherwise, the first thing I'll do when I go back is tell Trevor that you took advantage of me. You bullied me!"

He scoffed and almost spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot. Unconsciously, his body tensed, and he leaned back a little. What a troublemaker! No wonder Master Trevor reminded him to be careful of her tricks!

"What about it? I'm begging you, let me go! Holger?"

"Just take it that I owe you a favor, alright? If I go back, Master Trevor will definitely peel off my skin! Just consider it as being kind for once. In the future, I will do anything you ask me to do. Even if I can't fulfil your wishes, I still have a good friend whose hunsband is Mr. Clements. He will definitely be of help!"

Raising his hand, Holger let out two dry coughs and unconsciously shuddered a few times.

"Miss Atlas, you'd better save it! Your honey trap and the schemes don't work for me! Master Trevor knows me well! Today, I must take you back! Whether you're alive or dead!"

What?

Her eyes were wide open, and she was appalled, "What the f*ck! F*ck you! F*ck you! You won't even let go of a dead body?"

She still cherished her life very much!

It was too unjust for her, such a beauty, to die!

"Miss Atlas, get in the car! Or I'll offend you more than just..."

A cold look glazed over her. This time, she shivered unconsciously and turned around, getting in the car obediently. The door slowly closed. She fiddled with her fingers as she suddenly realized that even her last resort was blocked.

started driving slowly, and at least

Halfway, the car stopped. Holger went down

moment. The print of the box was the same brand as the one on her feet.

opened it, she saw a pair of small shoes with the same little heel and black leather. She could vaguely feel that he was

you make a deal with me?

held her hands clenched into fists, and she even

A group of crows

talking to herself, poking and begging him. She almost tried pouring her thoughts out and used all the words she could

inch,

death is better than to build a seven-storied altar for God. Mr. Crouch, Holger,

as she tightly clung onto the back of the chair and begged piteously. Finally, Holger turned sideways, and her eyes began to shine with bright

went, God would not let those who persevered down! Finally, there

a wet towel was thrown onto

What?

if someone had hit her in the head. She slipped down from the car seat. If it wasn't for the

in her head. She shifted her gaze and saw that the

the door of the car was already

Holger, who

she caught a

reluctant to do so, but her little feet still fell to the ground. The weight

luggage, Holger led the way in the front, paying attention to her movements from the corner of

already here, and her secret calculations had completely come

path, she was

hand, and the gate was in front of them. He slowed

you think... Sometimes the weak and soft can overcome

she could understand what he meant, but he comforted her with a

Trevor did not have much patience for women, but he

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