chapter 159 Chatterbox

ah..!

Behind her, Linda Cutmore stamped her feet and couldn't help but cover her slightly hot cheeks.

An hour later, Frank Yale fainted in the circle like a dead pig again.

Linda Cutmore walked in, first glared at Frank Yale fiercely, then pointed a finger at Frank Yale's brow. A white halo merged into Frank Yale's mind, helping Frank Yale soothe his tired soul.

Soon, Frank Yale woke up.

ah..!

Then, screams resounded throughout the stone chamber...