Chapter 40 What do you want to do by coming to my house in your pajamas late at night?

It's over, it's over, is she doomed to die here in her life?

No, no, no, she hasn't lived enough!

To die like this, she can't accept it.

Andrew Locke hasn't been won over yet, even if she can't get her real father's inheritance, she can't let someone else get it...

"Big brother, take the money, take the girl, just spare my life..."

A familiar voice rang out, Andrew Locke's brows tightened: "Nora Hart?"

"Andrew Locke?"

"I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations, are you a ghost? What's the meaning of appearing in other people's houses in the middle of the night?"

"How come you're here?" In the dim room, only the faint light from outside the window penetrated through the sheer curtains.

Andrew Locke could vaguely see her exposed shoulder.

Her body was also giving off the scent of a custom shampoo.

Click————

The lights in the room turned on.

Andrew Locke asked again, "How come you're here?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you?"