Chapter 147 A Trail Of Blood

• But they had returned, and Miguel, swooping over the fallen items, snapped his gaze, and it landed on…
• “Mary-Ann!” A pleased yet effortlessly charming smile adorned his lips as his ball of green twinkled with unhidden glee.
• “Your lack of focus in life makes it difficult to believe you're an effing doctor.” Likewise, the brown haired smile, and regardless of the chicness of her outfit, and jewelries, Miguel concluded that suited her overly well.