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Chapter 329
Finley threw the sausage into the mouth of the stray dog and then stood up slowly. The comer pointed
the gun at Finley’s head but did not fire.
It seemed the comer had something to say to Finley.
Finley turned her head calmly.
The man looked aggressive in the night wind. He seemed tall in a black trench coat.
He wore black leather gloves and hid his face behind a dark black mask. Finley saw his deep eyes
through the mask, and there was a cold light in his eyes.
His wild aura was suffocating.
Finley stared into that pair of brown eyes.
Few people had brown eyes, and Finley had only one acquaintance who had brown eyes.
That was Gates.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtGates, who had once lived with wolves, had a pair of eyes like those of the wild beasts. There was
danger and wildness in his eyes.
In Sea City, Finley failed to see at night whether her rescuer had a pair of brown eyes.
Now, Finley saw that pair of eyes clearly.
Given his figure, aura, and brown eyes, Finley felt sure about one thing.
The man before her was Gates!
Finley stood on tiptoe and stretched out her hand to remove the mask of the man’s face.
The man took one step back and pointed the gun at her forehead. “I’m here to take your life. Don’t
move!”
That was his voice. It didn’t change at all. There was a wildness in his hoarse voice.
Finley sneered. “Then, what are waiting for? Gates, come on. I need your explanation.”
I wanted to know why you didn’t come to find me since you were alive.
I wanted to know why you left in a hurry after you saved me in the auction.
I wanted to know why you pointed your gun at my forehead today.
We had been through a lot and survived the fatal trials. We were like families.
“The killers will explain nothing! Do you have any last words? I’ll give you three minutes.”
Gates held his pistol steadily, and his voice was cold without a trace of warmth.
The killers?
Did he come to kill me?
Who was his employer? Tina? Tricia?
Finley pondered for a moment and then came up with something important.
Why did Gates become a killing machine without no warmth or humanity? It seemed this killer didn’t
know Finley at all. Finley was nobody for his target.
However, why didn’t he kill me instantly? Why did he let me say my last words?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmIn the past, Gates was resolute, and his moves were quick and neat.
He wouldn’t let his targets to leave any last words.
Finley had a lot of questions in her mind and felt confused.
“Gates, don’t you know me? I’m Finley.” Finley stretched out her hand and held Gates’ gun.
She wanted to check whether Gates had forgotten her. Or, he just pretended not to know me.
I would solve all the problems one by one.
Hearing Finley’s name, the killer blinked.
This reaction delighted Finley.
“Do you remember that you once wandered in the forest with me on your back for three days? Your
blood rolled down your arms. You kept calling my name. You said that my name brought you strength
to pull through…”
What Finley had said seemed to stimulate the killer.
The killer froze and seemed to be immersed in his painful memory.
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