Victor was hit by the phone, looked up at the angry woman in front of him, and after a moment, bent down to pick up her phone. When returning the phone, he suddenly pulled her into his arms.
"Just a little more, just a little more, and I could have blown him up." He spoke with a sinister tone, as if joking, but Polly Sutton knew it was no joke.
Polly tightly held him, feeling the cold everywhere in the winter air.
His restraint showed he still had his rationality.
"Even though I didn't blow him up, he's busy enough for a while." Victor spoke calmly, but still didn't let her go.
Polly couldn't help but question in her heart, wondering what he had done?
"I probably won't wait for him to retire." Victor murmured softly, speaking to both Polly and himself.
Because he didn't dare gamble, didn't dare gamble on whether Leopole Kee would target his family.
Today it's Jonathan Jones, but what about tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?
