Chapter 1421 - Whose handiwork?


    "What, you''re still not sure about my Truman work?"


    Truman nced at the man with some displeasure, the cold face with a few coldness, really let him


    look a little unpleasant.


    He turned around and brought over a small altar of the stuff from the back car seat and ced it


    directly on Peter''sp, "Here, I stole the parasite while the chamber was in chaos. This amount is


    definitely enough for you to save two children. But the parasites are not so good, you can ask Ruth


    about the method of raising parasites."


    Said, Truman added: "Oh, she is still in Marble Temple,ter I will help you ask there how to raise the


    "Thanks."


    Peter looked at the ebony altar on hisp, and his tightly furrowed brow finally stretched a few points.


    Adri has been relieved of the poison and now that she has the parasite, the two children are finally


    saved.


    Obren this line, although encountered a lot of difficult problems, in the end, he and Adriana two people


    in the body of thepulsion is lifted, but also considered the best ending.


    Truman, sitting in the passenger seat, saw Peter in a good mood, his face was hard to conceal the


    delighted smile, he was in turn some heartfelt coughing a few times, clearing his throat.


    "There''s something you should know about that ......."


    "Say."


    The same icy tone as always.


    Truman raised his hand and touched his nose, his handsome face haloed with a few embarrassment,


    "Although your woman''spulsion poison is solved, but she ...... has amnesia."


    Snort--


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    As Truman''s words fell, the limo jerked to a halt.


    Inertia, Truman''s entire body towards the front afraid of the past, almost did not be thrown out of the


    windshield, good in the seat belt to pull back.


    Snort, snort, snort, bang-!!!


    Followed by a few cars because Peter suddenly braked, are immediately followed by braking, but the


    Truman nced back behind him and shrugged, "Can we just be cool?"


    "You say Adriana has amnesia?"


    Peter, as if he couldn''t hear what Truman was saying, didn''t even answer him and questioned him


    directly about Adriana''s situation.


    "No. To be more precise, I should say she was just having her memories sealed."


    Truman exined to Peter in a serious manner.


    The man''s sword brows knitted lightly and he gave him a sideways sweeping nce, "What''s the


    difference?"


    "Essentially different."


    "Bullshit!"


    Peter''s face showed some slight anger and concern, and just as he was about to say something,


    Truman immediately added, "I tried my best, and believe it or not, you can listen to this."


    Truman handed Peter a miniature recorder while saying, "Can you keep driving? It''s not good for


    someone to find out the endter."


    Peter took the recorder, started the car and drove forward, while turning on the recorder and ying


    the recording inside.


    "Help Adriana with herpulsion ......"


    The recorder is turned on and Chaya''s voice is heard inside, all of which is a conversation between her


    and Truman in the secret room.


    Every word is clear to the ear.


    It wasn''t until Peter finished listening to the recording that Truman shrugged his shoulders and spread


    his hands, "Like I said, I tried."


    Peter put away the recorder and didn''t say anything else.


    Just a little gloomy between the unstretchable eyebrows, written full of concern for Adriana.


    As long as she can be cured of herpulsion, not to mention memory loss, or leaving him, he can


    ept it!


    "I forgot to ask you, Ran and Chaya two secretly conspire, this ...... you know?"


    Truman thought of something and asked.


    "Hmm."


    "So whose handiwork was it that got you shot in Emilio''s alibi?" Truman inclined his head to look at


    Peter, "As far as I know, Ran also nted someone in Emilio''s alibi."


    So it''s likely that Ran was responsible for Peter getting shot.


    Peter eyes ahead, slender fingers grip the steering wheel, fingers have a not a tap on the steering


    wheel, as if thinking.


    There was a long silence before he spat out two words, "I know."


    "Know? What do you mean you know? Is it true that Ran was responsible for you getting shot?"


    "Not sure."


    "So what are you going to do about him?"


    Peter: "......"


    "You''re a decisive man, why are you hesitant to face Ran? This is not like your style."


    "Shut up."


    Peter, who had not spoken for a long time, scolded lightly.