Although the performance of Morris in recent days let Vivian slightly disappointed, but Vivian is still very clear which is more important.


    After she finished, Antina sat on the blond foreign type without meaning to speak.


    The man took a toothpick and forked a piece of fruit to Antina’s mouth, “Baby, take it easy.”


    They exchanged words in English.


    Vivian stood alone, looking awkward and redundant.


    She was silent for a moment and said, “What exactly do you have to do before you’ll let him go?”


    A plea that was close to a whisper.


    She, who had always been unassuming in front of people, was willing to condescend for Morris.


    The man had protected her for more than two years, risking his life and fortune just to keep her safe for life.


    A love that runs in both directions, love always feels like it needs to do something to make it work.


    “I, Antina, want to get someone killed, it all depends on my mood.” Antina leaned back on the sofa, the male model on her left squatted next to her, pounding her legs and massaging her, interpreting the humility of a ‘male servant’ to the bone.


    Antina, who was enjoying herself with her eyes closed, pursed her lips and leaned backzily, “What do you think you are, what qualifications do you have to negotiate with me.”Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    In her heart, Vivian is not qualified to negotiate with her.


    If Issac Shaw didn’t have a ce in his heart for her, Antina wouldn’t have bothered to give Vivian a second nce.


    “Yes.”


    Vivian doesn’t deny it, “I’m really not qualified to negotiate with you.”


    The reason she is here today is that she has no way out.


    Of course, she also wanted to see what Antina’s attitude was.


    If she is willing to negotiate with her, of course, good, if not, she can also make other ns.


    Vivian never expected to see such a shocking scene when she came to Antina today. Looking at the two male models beside her, she felt some sympathy for Issac Shaw and worried about the baby in Antina’s belly.


    “You have some self-awareness.” Antina haughtily cold hum, cold eyes nced at Vivian, the bottom of her eyes are full of disdain.


    In this world, there is no one who can be her opponent.


    “Injustice has its head and debt has its owner. If you hate me,e at me, don’t spill over to others.” Vivian is very passive and every word she says seems pale and weak.


    Antina leaned on the right blonde male model’sp, raised her hand to y with her newly done nails, and said slowly, “That depends on thisdy’s mood.”


    With that, she suddenly thought of something and sat up again with her hand propped up on the sofa.


    She looked up and down on Vivian with her unkind eyes, and suddenly smiled, “You really want me to let Morris go? But …”


    With just a look, Vivian seems to have sensed the other party’s intentions.


    “Say.” Vivian looked nd.


    Antina looked at a fruit knife on the table, leaned down and picked up the knife, pressed the button of the spring-loaded knife, miso, the spring-loaded knife’s iparably sharp de popped out, shining with a cold aura under the light of the living room.


    Her long, slender fingernails scraped on the de and raised her hand to throw the fruit knife directly at Vivian.


    The knife was aimed at Vivian’s face, Vivian reacted quickly and stepped aside to avoid it, only to hear a thud as the dagger lodged in a side wine cab, the tip of the knife embedded a few points deep.


    “Agile in body and hand.”


    Antina nodded her head slightly and said with a smile.


    The tone of voice, appreciation and mixed with a little bit of mockery.


    “But I just can’t see your intelligence, beauty, and great skill, what do you think … can be done about it.” Antina sighed and inclined her head to look at the blonde male model, “Quinn, what do you think, what would be good to leave something with that knife?”