Chapter 664 A Kind Of Sinister Aftertaste

• As Jonathan Lowry spoke, a wicked smirk twisted his lips, and a cold and sinister gleam flickered deep in his eyes, exuding a sense of cruelty and treachery.
• He quickly pulled out a syringe and a bottle of purple liquid from his suit pocket. The liquid in the bottle was faintly turbulent, carrying a kind of evil aftertaste.
• Keira Whitlaw looked at the items Jonathan Lowry took out in astonishment, and her face turned pale. She immediately understood, "So it was you. You injected me with these substances, causing me to lose my memory, right?"