Ning Fan's lips curled into a cold smile; if communication was impossible, he would just use these werewolves as sacrificial pawns.
"I have a gift for you."
In Ning Fan's surprised gaze, a Caucasian woman walked into the room.
"This is the gift..."
Ning Fan's expression turned peculiar, secretly wondering to himself, "Is William evaluating my taste?"
This woman, although quite attractive with the unique charm of a mature lady,
is flawed by the typical Caucasian traits, revealing coarse pores and a distorted figure in middle age, looking rather like a big aunt, with a scent that even perfume fails to cover.
"Is my taste really that bad?"
Just as Ning Fan was inwardly mocking, William's next words caused him intense embarrassment.
"This person is called Mary. She's the one who deceived your woman."
William said expressionlessly, "Now it's up to you to deal with her."
