Sniffing the strong durian smell in the room, Mya blinked while watching him.

“Does Finnley dislike this smell?

Mya immediately stood up, closed the box, and tied the bag. Then she trotted into the bedroom.

Shortly after, she rushed out to turn on the ventilation system in the living room.

“Are you all right?" She trotted to the bathroom door. Seeing him washing his hands, she could tell he had overcome it. She felt sorry. “I'm OK.” When Finnley left the bathroom, he could tell the durian smell faded slightly. “Have you finished it all?”

“Nah. I put it in the bedroom.” She followed him. “Have you never tried led

Finnley didn't answer. Raising his wrist, he checked the watch. “It's getting late. Good night.”

Suddenly, his phone rang. Finnley picked it up and checked the caller ID. Instead of walking away, he swiped to answer in Mya’s presence. “Hello?”

found all Leslie Eastwood's wives and sent them to the villa. They are served friendly and paid with salary. They said they would follow our instructions when

keep an eye on

the last person she called was Leslie Eastwood. They talked for five minutes. However, we still haven't obtained their conversation yet. I obtained Ingrid's phone from the police station, but it had been damaged by

I can extract the information. Send it

"Yes, Mr. Russell.”

the call, he found Mya had returned to the bedroom. While eating the durian,

and was taken aback. Then

at home. There's a layer of dust on

to surprise you.” Shirley sounded worried. “Where are you now? Why aren't you home for so

Mya felt guilty. “Which friend? Give me the location. Hurry!” Shirley was anxious and missed her indeed. She wondered how her daughter

couldn't tell her mother

so, her

it's so late now. I'll go home tomorrow. It’s time to sleep. You should go to bed. See

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