When she unveils identities novel (Shirley and Braden)

Chapter 234 What a Crazy Man!

Therefore, Shirley could only hold back her curiosity and sit in the front passenger seat.

The luxurious sports car gradually drove into the deserted suburbs of the bustling city. The surroundings were getting darker with no street lights, and the atmosphere was getting weirder. It was a hotbed that bred

evil.

However, Shirley was not afraid at all. With her skills, she could deal with ten men like Antwan even if her leg injury had just recovered.

"Where do you want to take me to?"

Shirley became impatient, and her face darkened.

"Don't hurry. We'll arrive soon."

As Antwan spoke, he turned the car into a dark path. Lush cypress trees were on the two sides of the road,

standing like pennants.

Shirley opened the window and looked around, feeling that this place was a little familiar.

Then, she suddenly remembered. Damn. Isn't this the forest cemetery Braden and I had fallen into before?

This forest cemetery was said to be a brilliant graveyard. If dead people were buried here, it would make their future generations prosperous endlessly. However, living people would encounter bad things after staying here for a long time, and their luck would be damaged. It was strange.

Why did Antwan bring Shirley to such a gloomy place in the middle of the night? She had just removed the

cast and didn't want to fall again!

"Turn around!"

With a strong attitude, Shirley ordered Antwan, "I don't like this place. I want you to turn around and leave immediately."

Antwan refused to do so. A sneer showed on his handsome face. "I'm controlling the steering wheel. What if I don't turn around?"

"Then don't blame me for being impolite!"

Shirley's beautiful eyes turned cold, and a cold silver light flashed in the car. A knife firmly stuck to Antwan's

neck. "Anyway, this place is desolate and remote. There are more ghosts than people. If you push me too far, I will cut your throat and bury you on the spot!"

Antwan was also a ruthless character. Not only did he not admit defeat, but he also showed an excited expression. He stared at Shirley with bright eyes. "Then cut it open. It's my honor to give a beauty my life. "Do you think I don't dare?"

"Of course you dare... If you don't dare, I will help you!"

After Antwan finished speaking, his palm suddenly covered Shirley's hand holding the knife. With a slight force, the skin broke on his neck, and blood seeped out

Shirley quickly pulled back and roared angrily, "Antwan, are you crazy? If you want to commit suicide, don't

are!" involve me What a crazy man you

Her knife was made in Switzerland The blade was sharp and could cut iron like mud. It was only eight. inches, but it was destructive. It was the first weapon Jason had given Shirley.

All these years, Shirley had always carried it with her for self-defense. Under normal circumstances, she

would not use it.

It was because there was a rumor that once the knife was exposed to light, it had to be wetted with blood. Otherwise, it would be blunt.

Antwan was crazy, but he had completed this for Shirley's knife. The blood was not in vain.

"It's getting late. If you want to tease me, you have achieved your goal. Forgive me for not being interested in performing with you again."

Shirley put away her knife and tried to open the door to get out of the car, but she found Antwan had locked

the car.

"We haven't arrived yet. Why are you in such a hurry to get out of the car? We've run for dozens of miles. If you

get off, our time and efforts will be wasted."

Antwan sneered and calmly started the car.

His neck was still bleeding, but Antwan seemed not to sense it. He even didn't bother to deal with it.

"Are you sure you don't wipe off the blood on your neck?"

Shirley stared at Antwan and suggested with a face full of disgust.

Imagine, at midnight, a man with a sinister smile drove through a remote and evil forest cemetery, blood constantly spurting from his neck and dyeing his shirt red... This scene was too strange! Antwan's smile deepened, his eyes flashing as he stared at Shirley. "Are you concerned about me?"

Shirley was speechless.

"If I can gain your concern because of bleeding, I don't mind cutting my neck to win your smile." "Then go to hell!"

Shirley rolled her eyes and threw him a handkerchief.

Antwan took the handkerchief and placed it in front of his tall nose. He took a deep breath and reluctantly covered his bleeding neck. He tied a knot and sighed, "Such a good handkerchief. What a pity!" "Mad. You're really mad!"

Shirley rubbed her temples, feeling endless regret.

Shirley thought Antwan was just a fool whom she could casually get confidential information about the Stewart Group from, but she didn't expect that he was insane. It wasn't so easy to play tricks on him. If they continued to drag on like this, it would delay Shirley's plan and cause a rift between Ewan and her.

It was a mistake!

At this moment, Antwan was so crazy. Shirley could only let him drive to the destination and think of other ways to get away.

The car turned several times and came to a wide platform.

"Here we are."

Antwan stopped the car and said to Shirley with a mysterious face, "Trust me. You won't regret this trip." "Well, I hope so!"

Shirley said perfunctorily but had another plan in mind.

Seeing Antwan get out of the car, Shirley also got off. When Antwan walked toward her, she kicked the man

in the stomach and grabbed the key from his hand.

"It's time for me to sleep. I don't want to waste my time on you. If you like it here, you can stay here. I have to

go back."

After that, she opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat. She was ready to start the car.

Antwan felt his internal organs had been smashed by that kick. Even blood was flowing from the corner of

his mouth.

However, his handsome face was even more excited. He smiled coldly, licked the blood at the corner of his mouth, and stared at Shirley. "Are you sure you leave now and even my proud and perfect cousin can't keep you?"

Shirley was dumbfounded. She stepped on the brake and did not let go. She asked Antwan, "What do you

mean? Make it clear!"

"Don't tell me you haven't heard the rumors?"

On the ground, Antwan propped up his upper body. His perfectly contoured face revealed a strange smile. "Many people are guessing where Braden, who hasn't appeared in public for half a month, has gone and why I, the second-in-command, was suddenly summoned back to preside over the situation. Are you really not curious at all?"

"He... he is seriously injured. He should be recovering now, so it is inconvenient to tell the outside world."

Shirley's eyes flashed. Thinking of this special place, she vaguely had a bad guess in her heart, but she refused to believe it. "Are you sure he's just recovering?"

"Could it be... could it be that he has something else to do?"

Shirley's expression was gloomy.

She kept hinting to herself that Braden was a lucky person. No accidents would happen to him.

Antwan sneered "What are you afraid of? Don't worry, and make a bold guess. I believe... you have guessed it. Am I right?"