Mr Grant, Please Be Gentle

Three days later, Mrs. Brady’s dress was finished.

The sapphires served as the “scales” of the mermaid dress Blanca Roach linked with gold thread, and at the hem Winnie fixed the texture according to the trend of the wave, like a wave and like a fish tail.

The other stones are fixed as fish scales, and the plastic model wears them to look like a mermaid from a distance.

The large tourmaline was embedded in the neckline, and a few sapphires of similar color were placed around its edge, resembling the heart of the ocean.

The dress will be delivered to Thailand by Winnie herself, and the collaboration between Blanca Roach and Winnie is over.

Blanca Roach’s feelings for Winnie are more complicated than her reluctance, as Winnie saved her life and was Alice’s godmother, but later became involved with Charles White, and she hopes that her relationship with Charles White will cool down after Winnie leaves.

Blanca Roach went to the airport to see Winnie off and gave her a final hug before boarding the plane.

Winnie was not resentful of Blanca Roach’s earlier cold shoulder: “I’ll be back to see Alice every year from now on.”

“Welcome back.” Blanca Roach’s eyes were red.

In just a month’s time, or have to count from the first meeting, people and people can build such a deep relationship.

Blanca Roach wished Winnie had done it all with pure, unadulterated affection.

Winnie held Blanca Roach’s hand and patted it, looking up behind Blanca Roach, the hall was full of people coming and going, no Charles White.

Last night she told Charles White that she was returning to Thailand today, could it be that she had miscalculated and Charles White really didn’t take her seriously?

A little shaken inside, Winnie finally said goodbye to Blanca Roach again.

At this moment, Charles White, who is on Winnie’s mind, is in the dungeon of The White family.

The man who was caught in before has been tortured to the point of being unrecognizable, thin layer of skin and bones, deep sunken eyes.

Flesh wounds, Charles White will let someone give him healing, but the mental trauma may stay with him forever.

Either a long time in the dark, or a long time not allowed to sleep, in short, how uncomfortable how to come, twenty-four-hour monitoring, there are people guarding, suicide can not do.

But even so, he did not spit out a word.

Charles White at this time is squatting in front of the glass cell, holding a dialogue tube: “In the end what blood feud ah, maybe Matthew Grant is wronged by you, you do not say a word, that misunderstanding will always exist, I will not let you go.”

“Hahahaha… hahahaha …” the man fell on the ground and laughed wildly.

He wasn’t stupid, if he told what his feud with Matthew Grant was, the other man would find what little family he had left and use it to threaten him!

Charles White’s temples were pounding, and his ear-splitting laughter was annoying him.

“If you don’t talk, then don’t talk ever again, how do you want to die?”

The Swiss Army knife that had stabbed him between the ribs was on the table, and Charles White, whose brutality he knew, stopped laughing instantly, and his blue and white face was completely bloodless.

The man thought he was a ruthless man, but Charles White was a vicious man.

“Ah, one thing I have to tell you, that Winnie is one of you, right? She’s on the hook now, too, and will soon be here with you, too.”

Charles White propped both hands on his knees, his gaze roaming vacantly over the man’s terrified face.

Was it that frightened?

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Charles White waved his hand, his men cupped a packet of something and went inside the cell to pour it down the man’s throat.

The man immediately pinched his throat coughing more than, almost coughing for a few minutes, gradually no sound, and then sound is “uh uh uh”, completely mute by poison.