Clang!
The water cup fell to the ground.
Grace River fainted on the fire bed.
Seeing this scene, the steward delivering meals outside the window smiled.
But just as he was about to leave.
His shoulder was suddenly gripped.
"Who is it!"
The steward, Donald Thomas, spun around sharply, a chill running down his spine!
There was actually someone there?
"Alliance Hierarch?"
When he saw Andrew's livid face, he slumped to the ground.
"Alliance Hierarch... you... how come you're here?"
Donald Thomas stammered, not knowing if it was the cold or excessive nervousness.
But his forehead was beaded with sweat.
Steam was rising in the icy world.
"Of course I'm here to see how you, Donald Thomas, set up Pendleton and pushed us into danger?" Andrew walked up to Donald Thomas with a smile, hands behind his back.
And behind him, several of Pendleton's chief stewards stood.
Almost all the upper echelon involved in this operation appeared outside the room where Grace River was held.
