chapter 35 Every hair of yours belongs to us

Except for Bruce, Jobs and Daniel still regarded her as a grass. An obscure little weed with no ornamental value.

"Forget it, brother Bruce, we don't care about this kind of scum. Let's just pretend that we haven't seen him, and eat our own." Looking around, everyone is eating quietly, even the people talking with laughter Just a few words in a low voice. Everyone turned their gazes curiously to Lillian's table. They seemed to be listening to the conversation at their table. Seeing...