Kill her?
James Thompson suddenly felt as if he were teaching a good girl how to be a bad person.
He chuckled, "Forget it, I haven't married my wife yet, and I don't want her to foolishly end up in prison first."
"As for Arabella Shaw's matter, let me handle it, okay? You can learn to rely on me."
There's no need to handle everything by yourself.
Julia Land bowed her head, actually, her initial thought was to let Arabella Shaw slowly experience the feeling of losing everything.
She suddenly spoke up, "Mr. Thompson, I need a leg hug."
James Thompson, "?"
A moment of silence.
James Thompson crossed his arms, seated like a boss, his expression meaningful, "Tonight, I'll give you the chance to hug Mr. Thompson's leg."
Julia Land choked up, her gaze wandering.
It moved to his long legs, the long legs enclosed within the fabric of suit trousers.
Those legs, she had experienced them.
Smooth lines, firm and strong.