Chapter 90

There was a figure sitting on the sofa, swirling the wine glass in his hand, but never sipping. A screen lit up in the dark and vibrated. Tommy took the phone and answered, "Hello?" "I failed." The woman's breathing was heavy. "It actually failed." Tommy laughed heartily, his chest heaving so much that the wine in the wine glass spilled out. "I'm sorry. It's all Anne's fault. If it weren't for her, Anthony would have met the devil long ago." "Blame yourself only," Tommy told her. "Yes, but next time Anthony will definitely not be so lucky." Tommy asked, "Was he at least injured?" "There is a gunshot wound on the arm, but the bullet has been taken out. It didn't hurt him that much,” she answered. "I'll take that. He can rest up!" Tommy hung up the phone. When he was about to drink, he found that the wine in the wine glass was all spilled. He was so angry that he smashed the wine glass to the floor. Anne was on the subway to the clinic and received a call from Sarah. Seeing