Chapter 122 Zachary Looks Like Avery

• “Help! Help me!” she shrieked at the sight of the slowly growing bloodstain.
• Dylan was already dressed in a neatly pressed suit that his assistant had brought him and was calling someone with a cigar in his mouth. With a fox-like smile, he said, “I hope you can forgive me, dear cousin. I owed her brother a favor in jail and I didn't have anything else to repay him with. What do you know? His sister turns out to be a paparazzi.”
• Milana, who was still sitting in her own pool of blood, simply watched open-mouthed as he walked past her, completely unbothered. It was as if he didn't even see the blood.