Your Highness Doubi, please take the call: Queen Momoda

Chapter 32 The Forgotten Thing

The car bumped a bit, An Moran snorted, and frowned tightly. He glanced around and saw that he was almost there.

His eyes were also a little hard to open. From just now until now, he has been tense and whipped himself.

Just now, being hit by Roland again, his whole nerves almost collapsed to the maximum.

Now that he was finally safe and home, his nerves suddenly relaxed.

"Beep beep-"

The red dot on the navigation jumps faster the closer you get to the destination, and the beeps that only beep after a while become more and more frequent.

Roland glanced at An Moran, and she stopped in front of a villa.

It's a villa, uh... Actually, it's a bit far away. The distance between her and that villa is at least a few hundred meters, and she can only be seen from a distance.

In front of her is a tall, hollow wrought iron door, which looks very luxurious.

She got out of the car and pressed a few times on the doorbell button in front of the door.

After a while, a man with an indifferent expression appeared on the electronic screen above.

"Come out and pick someone up."

After Roland finished speaking, he gave way to let the man see the car behind him clearly.

Sure enough, when the man saw the car behind Roland, his originally indifferent expression suddenly panicked.

All of a sudden, the screen above the doorbell went black.

Roland looked at it, then walked back into the car, reached out and untied the handkerchief tied around An Moran's arm.

An Moran, who was still a little groggy at first, was hurt by her vigorously.

With his slightly opened eyes, he only vaguely saw a fleeting and elegant orchid on the handkerchief.

Just when he was about to say something, the car door beside him was opened, and a gust of cold wind enveloped him immediately.

Roland pulled him out. As soon as he let go, An Moran fell powerlessly on the snow. The blood on his arm immediately turned red on the snow below him.

"I'll use the car. It will be parked in the parking lot of Wanda Plaza. You can pick it up yourself."

After Roland finished speaking, he glanced at the car that was driving towards this side in the villa, got into the car quickly, and started the engine.

After a while, it disappeared from An Moran's eyes.

An Moran looked at her car, and all of a sudden, the shadow disappeared.

"Cruel-hearted woman!!"

An Moran muttered in a low voice, this cruel woman actually threw him on the ground like trash like this, and is her handkerchief made of gold? ?
Unexpectedly, I took it back again.

A color that didn't belong to him suddenly shot out from his indifferent eyes.

The luxurious door opened, and with the sound of footsteps approaching, he gradually passed out.

Roland drove the car and galloped.

If it weren't for the remoteness of this place, she wouldn't use this car.

She glanced again, and the handkerchief she just took off from the man was already stained with blood.

By the way, I forgot to ask how he knew himself.

Roland suddenly remembered this question, yes!It was he who called his name, and he helped him.

I actually forgot to ask him. I was in the car just now, so I should have asked him.

Roland couldn't help feeling annoyed.

However, looking at that man, he should be either rich or noble!Live in a place like that.

However, he must be a dangerous person. Roland remembered his cold eyes and that gunfight.

(End of this chapter)