Chapter 918 Don’t Hate Boyle Anymore

Under the moonlight, a slender figure was seen outside Boyle’s house. Donning an expressionless face, she walked out of the house with a bloodstained knife in her hand. Her body was covered with blood. While walking out of the mansion, she reached into her pocket to take out her phone and make a call. “Is this 120? Someone is injured…” In the blue Maserati parked outside the mansion, Harrison woke up from his sleep and did some stretches to loosen his stiff neck. He looked at the time and it was almost ten. Since he stayed up the whole night playing video games yesterday, he had fallen asleep quite deeply in the car and nearly forgot about the important matter he had to do. He quickly looked at the mansion located a distance away from him. A red Porsche 911 left the mansion and drove past his car. Instead of switching on the car engine to chase after the red Porsche, he alighted the car and ran toward the mansion. He entered the mansion and shouted as he walked toward every c