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"You'll know when you go in." As if Jack didn't see her flustered eyes, he got out of the car. "Stacy" did not move. Who would go to the detention center for no reason? "Jack, don't play tricks on me. What do you want?" "How can I dare to do anything to you? You are the 'apple of the eye' of Mr. Louise. I dare not to make trouble with you." Jack walked up to her. Seeing that she was obviously uneasy and was still pretending to be calm, he sneered and said, "Don't you want to see Mr. Louise? He is inside. Why don't you dare to go in? Did you do something bad?" "You, you did something bad!" 'Stacy' immediately retorted with a guilty conscience. "Since you didn't, please come in." In order to show his 'respect' to her, Jack made a gesture of invitation. "Stacy" looked at him for a few seconds and raised her head. "You'd better not lie to me, or you are done!" After finishing harsh words, she turned her feet and walked in. "Where is he?" Jack walke

Anna's eyes were wide open. She stared at Loraine as if she would rush forward and stab her to death if there was a knife. "Let her go." Harry would not believe that Anna didn't know where Stacy was because of Loraine's words. It was really easy to make them turn against each other because of their weak trust in each other. It was not difficult to fish something from them. "B*tch, how do you know I don't know?" Anna roared. If no one had stopped her, she would have rushed to tear Loraine into pieces. Just like what Harry had thought, they would work together to gain benefits because each of them wanted something. Now that they had turned against each other, how would they think about the other? Perhaps they both wanted each other to die. "Your brother took Stacy away, and I followed him secretly. It was stupid of you to think that I don't know. Do you think you are the only one who has a way out? I have too!" Samantha, Anna's only relative was dead.

"Who are you?" Ryan obviously did not intend to open the door, because he was not sure who knocked on the door. Stacy stared at the door, and her heart was beating fast. Could it be that Harry found this place? She was full of expectation. The man's attitude was very tough. He slammed the door twice and said, "Open the door immediately, or we'll break the door!" Ryan seemed to know who was outside the door and cursed in a low voice, "How come they check the room now?" He turned around to cover Stacy with a quilt and said, "No matter who he is, don't make a sound." Stacy had just heard Ryan's curse, and she knew that the man outside the door was not Harry. In fact, she did not know whether Harry would come to find her or not. She was not sure about his feelings for her. After all, what happened between them was so complicated. She was just holding the hope and the expectation for him. Since she was not sure whether she co

When Aunt Jarry came back from the hospital, she was caught by Boyce and brought to the small building. "Is this your home?" It was Charles who asked. He knew why he asked. He wanted to see if she was sincere or not. Aunt Jarry looked at the person in the room and said honestly, "Yes." Aunt Jarry was a wise person. Ryan, who lived in the house before, didn't look like an ordinary person. This group of people was even more unlike ordinary people. "Who did you see here before?" Charles asked again. "I don't know her. He gave me a sum of money and stayed here for a while. There's also a woman." Aunt Jarry didn't dare to lie. Upon hearing Aunt Jarry's words, Harry, who was sitting on the sofa, closed his eyes and could not get rid of the dark clouds between his eyebrows. Charles glanced at Harry and asked, "Where is he now?" "Let's go. The young lady was injured. She went to the hospital for a check-up and was taken away after nothing happene

"Miss Morgan? Miss Morgan?" Stacy heard someone calling her in a daze. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Mary standing by the bed with her head stretched out. When she saw her open her eyes, she smiled and said, "Are you awake?" Stacy moved a little and sat up from the bed. Rubbing her sleepy eyes, she asked, "What time is it now?" "At 12 o'clock in the afternoon, you have slept for the whole morning. Get up and eat something." Mary said respectfully. She dared not neglect the young master's order to take good care of the person. "Can you help me get a glass of water?" She was not hungry at all. She had just woken up and her throat was a little dry. "Okay." Mary turned around and went out to pour water. Stacy watched her figure disappear from the door and got out of bed under the quilt. The injured foot was wrapped in gauze, and the ankle was still swollen. She reached out and gently pressed it. It was painful. She frowned and thought that it would