Chapter 567 You tell me by yourself

Kenny Clarke's complexion didn't ease much. He stared at Gloria Taylor tightly, his eyes was sharp as if he wanted to see her through: "When you were in the basement just now, what were you thinking? Are you trying to strangle Anne Taylor?” Gloria Taylor raised her head abruptly, widened her eyes to look at Kenny Clarke. The palm of her hand hanging beside her involuntarily clenched, she just really wanted to strangle Anne Taylor...

She hated Anne Taylor, and she hated Tina Clarke in conjunction...