Chapter 486: Chapter 486

###Chapter 483 Bloody Means – Part 4

No matter who it is in the end, she has to bear a lifetime of guilt and unease.

He did it on purpose!

Sure enough, he fixed his eyes on Rafaela Shannon, who was chanting the sutra, narrowed his eyes slightly, and snickered.

"A woman who studies Christianity? Interesting! I've heard that women who look Christianity are purposeful and abstinent. I don't know what's going on with this friend of yours? "

She froze and shook her head. "No, you can't do that."

Rafaela also looked at her unbelievably, frightened and at a loss in her eyes.

Ivelle tried to stop the men, but she was pushed directly to the ground.

Then came the cry and roar of Rafaela's resistance.

Accompanied by Louis Mark's crazy voice, "I haven't seen this picture for many years. It's spectacular!"

She couldn't look back, and Rafaela's roar echoed in her ears.

After all, it's because of Ivelle.

For a long time, she was tormented by the voice of Rafaela's collapse and the roar of despair.

Finally, she only heard the sentence of Rafaela, "Ivelle, you are so ruthless."

These people who walk on the blade know better than anyone.

Back at the villa, dinner was ready on the massive table for sixteen people in the hall.

She thought Kenneth had left, but she saw him still leaning on the sofa in the hall, looking at the book leisurely, as if it was very idle here.

Louis and Michael Broom left, leaving Kenneth and her in the big villa hall.

No one asked her to go back to her room or stay. It just seemed to let her stand here obediently.

In half an hour.

The cook in the kitchen respectfully came out, went to Kenneth, bowed, and said, "Dinner is ready, sir."

Hearing the sound, Kenneth lowered his eyes, put down his books, raised his eyes slightly, and opened his thin lips. "Hmm!"

Be a miser with words.

The book in the man's hand makes a sound on the coffee table lightly.

He got up and copied his pocket with one hand. He was 1.86 meters tall, which was enough to create Mount Tai's momentum.

He seemed to notice that she was still standing in the hall. He squatted down slightly, looked sideways at her, and said, "Eat!"

She pursed her lips and saw the servant in the kitchen take out a pair of bowls and spoons and put them on the table again.

'Oh, he did call me,' she said to herself.

Two people sat at the table of sixteen people. You can imagine how empty it is.

He seemed to have nothing to say, but bowed his head and ate the food gracefully.

A sound came from the kitchen.

At about the same time, Louis and Michael, who she thought had left, came in.

One went into the kitchen to see what was going on, and the other went up to Kenneth, stooped down, and asked, "Sir!"

The people in the kitchen came out and reported, "Someone accidentally knocked something over."

Kenneth opened his mouth, and the fork which had not eaten a few bites had been put down.

Michael frowned and his eyes fell on the chef who stood by, startled him in a cold sweat.

When Louis didn't finish his words, he suddenly muted when he saw Kenneth's eyes looking at her.

"Not to your taste?" Kenneth asked her this, and his voice was shallow.

She was stunned for a moment and shook her head. "No."

"You're not in the mood to eat?"

She shook her head. Rafaela thing is not over, how can she eat?

"Useless people send them to transport drugs!" Kenneth opened his mouth and said.

She buzzed in her head and looked a little pale for a moment. Was there no room for a bit of sand in the man's eyes?

The maid in the kitchen was taken away. The expressionless people in the hall seemed to be used to it.

Ivelle had a breakdown and wanted to say something, but suddenly she felt as if she could only protect herself.

"My friend..." She was on the tip of her tongue.

Kenneth's voice was heard in his ear, "I heard that it is not only the Preston family that wants to protect you?"

As soon as she was stupefied, she looked up at him, but the man's eyes were cold, which made people dare not look directly at him.

She couldn't help but bow her head and say, "What do you mean, sir?"

He hooked up his lips and sneered, "That's all, just think of it as a favor I sold to the Mu family."

With that, he looked at Louis and said, "Let Ivelle move freely at home. Don't be aggrieved."

"Yes!"

With that, he left.

She froze with a little confusion in her.

It's the night!

Bright moonlight sprinkled in the yard, vaguely, accompanied by the beautiful sound of insects.

She got up from the bed and sat on the bed again. She felt so uncomfortable.

With Kenneth's words, she is free to go in and out of the villa.

There is a landline in the villa, but she can't use the landline here to make phone calls.

No one can guarantee that there is no way to type the landline in the villa, and it will cause trouble.

To go in and find Grace, she had to be able to get into the operating room, but only Michael's follower can scan and could get in.

She can only walk around in the dark villa and finally decadent back to the bedroom in desperation.

After a few days, everything was fine. Ivelle tried to find out about Grace several times in Louis's mouth, but all she got was that they were doing what they were supposed to do.

It's lunch hour.

The rain in the tropics comes and goes quickly, and the air smells damp after heavy rain.

Looking at the moths falling outside the villa, she couldn't help looking up at Michael standing beside her like wood, and said carelessly, "These moths are very fragrant, have you ever eaten them?"

He was stunned for a moment, but responded to her, "I've eaten!"

It seems understandable. She smiled and said, "Did you eat in the restaurant? I ate it when I was very young. Every time after the heavy rain, I would pick up moths in the yard, then wash them, put them in a pan, and stir-fry them. When their wings were almost copied, they would add some oil and seasoning to it, incredibly fragrant. "

Seeing that his eyes sank slightly and seemed to remember something, She couldn't help saying, "It's raining outside. If you're worried about me running away, will you come with me to pick up some moths?"

He froze a little and looked hesitant. She couldn't help but say, "Don't think about it. I miss the taste. I want to taste it, but it doesn't mean anything."

For a moment, he nodded. "Yes!"

She couldn't help laughing, got up, looked at him, and said, "Thank you, Michael!"

She took the basket from the kitchen and went out of the villa to pick up the moths that had fallen on the ground in the light rain.

A black hand put a moth in the basket. She was stupefied and saw that Michael was bowing his head to pick it up.

Can't help laughing, "Can you eat, too?"

He said a word, but there was no more.

She smiled and soon picked up a lot. She carried it into the kitchen.

She will not eat this kind of moth, but she has heard Jacintha say that almost all people in the southwest have eaten it, and many people almost have the mark of this moth in their childhood.