On the open–air balcony, the tea has cooled down, losing its fragrance.
Isabelle returned leisurely. Looking at her, it seemed as if she had just strolled around her own backyard, completely at case, as if she couldn’t see all these people holding weapons.
“Mr. Harris, is the business settled? It seems it’s getting late, and I’m a bit hungry,” said Isabelle.
“So you’re hungry.” George stood up and walked to Isabelle’s side. “Let’s head back then.”
However, before they could leave, dark gun barrels were pointed at them one by one.
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