Tessa Caldwell turned her body, lying on the sofa watching him. This Nolan Ford looks so gentle, so how can he hit so hard?
Karen Yates is in trouble now; I wonder if her hand is truly crippled.
Speaking of which, it's quite terrifying.
Who is this Faye anyway? Is she with the mob? She even has an English name. Could she be with the Italian Mafia? But aren't those creatures only existing in another world?
She's the type who can't hide what she's thinking on her face, and Nolan Ford, seeing this, couldn't help but chuckle, "Madam's phone is broken, it can't be reached."
Tessa nodded, then asked, "Could I borrow your phone for a while? I want to go online."
She couldn't wrap her head around what happened today, so she decided to consult her good friends.
To get some advice from them.
"Of course," Nolan Ford said, already handing his phone to Tessa.
Tessa thanked him, took it in her hand, and opened the chat app, logging into her account.
