Iris Harris couldn't understand what he was saying.
She had no memory at all, and didn't know what he meant by those words.
She just wanted to leave with this familiar man, just wanted to follow her own heart.
Iris Harris quietly said, holding Brandan's arm, "Brandan, let's go."
James Mason's face grew darker, his fingers reached towards his pocket, where there was a gun.
"Don't move."
A pistol unknowingly pressed against his back. The person's footsteps were as light as a cat's, and James didn't even hear how he got behind him.
James paused, turned his head to glance at William Moore standing behind him, and sneered, "Master Moore, I thought we had a happy cooperation."
William Moore's face remained graceful and calm as he said peacefully, "You are indeed a great partner. But," his gaze swept over Iris's pale face, a trace of regret flickered in his eyes, and his voice became even lower, "you shouldn't touch her!"
"..."
