Uncovering My Wife's Secrets

Chapter 278 Uncovering My Wife’s Secrets

When she heard Annalise Barton's question, the woman in the black butterfly mask looked at Annalise. "It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I'll only give you five seconds to exchange hostages. Five, four..." "Trevor! Save me!" When she received an eye signal from the woman in the black butterfly mask, Layla Cory called out to Trevor Stinson for help. Now that Trevor had seen Layla Cory, he was extremely annoyed. Wasn't she causing trouble? Elusive love? Julian's savior?

In his mind, Trevor only acknowledged Julian's wife, Annalise. He was so indifferent that there was no emotion on his face at all. He approached Annalise and whispered in her ear, "Annalise, let's exchange hostages. After we get Old Mr. Parks back, we'll leave." As long as the hostages were successfully swapped, he would leave with Annalise first together with Old Mr. Parks. When they had been safely taken away, Trevor would come charging back on a killing spree. Previously, he was worried about

Annalise's safety and was somewhat distracted. He could not go all out to attack them. Once Annalise and Old Mr. Parks were safe, he would make life a living hell for all these people. While Trevor was whispering in Annalise's ear, the woman in the black butterfly mask was waiting for an opportunity to hit Annalise in the chest with her elbow to break free. Pow! Trevor unceremoniously punched the woman's bent arm. She gasped as she felt the excruciating pain. She gritted her teeth so hard that grinding sounds could be heard in the air. Before the woman could speak, Trevor spoke first. "I haté despicable low-life the most in my life!"

The woman wailed, "... Trevor, I'm your senior!" "Hmph..." Trevor gave a scornful sneer. That sneer represented his whole attitude. "Release Old Mr. Parks. I'll count to three. Release them together! One, two, three!" Trevor was looking at the two men holding Old Mr. Parks when he started counting. In the end, after he finished counting, the two men made a deceptive move. Annalise had just lowered the dagger a little when the woman in the black butterfly mask tried to find an opportunity to break free from her grasp. Annalise pressed the dagger against the

you think I will trust someone like you?" The woman in the black butterfly mask was subdued again and was very angry. "I'm warning you to let me go immediately. Otherwise, my men will stab the old man once every second," the woman in the black butterfly mask threatened. Following that, she signaled to the two men holding Old Mr. Parks with her eye. The two men immediately nodded, indicating that they

Mr. Parks tried his best to endure it but in the end, he still let out a muffled groan because the pain was too much. When Annalise and Trevor saw Old Mr. Parks' reaction, their hearts tensed up vehemently. Annalise felt as if her heart was going into convulsions. Her feelings for the elderly were incomprehensible to ordinary people. Her three mentors, Joseph Quigley, Dariel Randall, and Cash Cappell were all elderly folks like Old Mr. Parks. They were loving and gentle, but at times, they were strict too. They were always thinking of her interests, doting on her, loving her, and protecting

black butterfly mask with a pair of surgical scissors. These were the scissors she had used to cut the woman's hair earlier. The scissors had two sharp tips and hurt more than a dagger. "Argh..." The woman cried out in pain. Annalise said icily, "Every time your men stab Grandpa Samuel, I will stab you. Let's see who can

tolerance is higher. I want to know which one will deteriorate faster, my young body or his old body." Annalise said calmly, "I'm a doctor. I can answer your question. Old people are definitely not as strong as young people. If we keep stabbing each other like this, under normal circumstances, you will definitely be able to last

can do all things once or twice, but never thrice. I won't stab you so gently next time. At the conference, everyone thought that I was a traditional medicine practitioner. "In reality, I studied modern medicine for many years abroad and dissected countless corpses. I'm familiar with every

believed that this crazy woman Annalise Barton would really do it. If Annalise really cut the tendons in her hands and legs, not only would she not be able to practice boxing in the future, but she would also have a problem walking. When she saw that the man holding Old Mr. Parks was about to stab him again, the woman