Chapter 877
- She instinctively shielded Sawyer Lloyd, her gaze fixed on Nathaniel Morgan. The more Freya Gomez acted this way, the more Nathaniel Morgan struggled to control the murderous intent in his heart.
- "Come here!" Nathaniel Morgan didn't know why, but his mood had reached a boiling point.
- He tugged at his collar, loosening his tie slightly, and only then did he feel his breathing ease a bit.