Cynthia’s Cat

There are tens of thousands of horses running away in Gregg's heart. If he is allowed to know who is making his rumor, even though he has no great skills, Gregg can make this person peel off.

Gregg trembled all over and looked very helpless, "Master Clifford, please give me some time. The thing you entrusted has some eyebrows, and I will be able to tell you the exact answer in a short time."

Clifford folded his hands together. He looked at Gregg like an ant, "Give me an accurate time."

Gregg held out a finger tremblingly.

Clifford: "A week?"

Gregg shook his head, his voice was as small as a mosquito, "One...a month."

Clifford was angrily laughed out, "One month? If it's such a long time, what do I want to do with you? If you don't want to live, you can just tell me, I can immediately fulfill your wish."

Gregg's body trembled more severely, and he immediately knelt on the ground begging for mercy, "Master Clifford, please forgive me. I dare not, the time is up to you."

"I'll decide? What do you want?"

Clifford kicked Gregg and said angrily: "Useless waste, it's better to die."

Clifford tilted his head and motioned to his bodyguard, "Shoot!"

Gregg, who was kneeling on the ground, was very desperate when he heard the shot. His face turned blue and white with fright. Now he can only beg for mercy in exchange for Master Clifford's forgiveness.

"Please... Lord Clifford, don't... kill me, I really have news."

Clifford looked at Gregg who was kneeling on the ground coldly, and did not change his decision in the slightest.

This person has wasted a lot of his time and made him very angry.

Cynthia outside the door looked anxious at the scene in front of her, Gregg couldn't die, she still had something to ask.

Just as the bodyguard was about to shoot, Cynthia pushed in, pointed a pistol and called Clifford.

"Don't move all!!!"

Cynthia's cold voice sounded in the room.

The four of them looked towards the place where the sound was made.

The two bodyguards realized that the owner was in danger, and immediately turned their guns and aimed them at the boy who appeared suddenly.

Clifford looked fiercely at the strange boy who came in.

The boy's age should be wrong. Looks only about 15 years old.

He is young and courageous. No one has ever threatened him.

Clifford looked at Gregg on the ground coldly, "Is this your person? Gregg, I didn't expect you to be more capable, so you sent someone to threaten me."

Gregg immediately denied, "No, no, Lord Clifford, I don't know the boy in front of me, please trust me."

Clifford turned his gaze to Cynthia, "Who sent you here."

Cynthia looked at Clifford in silence.

Seeing that Cynthia was silent, Clifford judged that the boy had acquiesced in his identity.

With a smile in his eyes, Clifford said threateningly: "If you don't speak, I will shoot your boss to death immediately."

Cynthia pursed her lips lightly and said in a cold tone, "I don't know the person on the ground, but he can't die now. After I ask the question, it doesn't matter what you think of it."

Clifford did not expect that the boy would say this, and his interest became more intense, "What question do you want to ask? He is dying. It is still possible to answer questions, and I can help you."