Under her shocked glance, the bastard started her Buick SUV and roared off.
“What are you doing, bastard? Unlock me, or I will shoot you!” Fiona lost her senses because of anger and pointed her gun at him again.
But Marlow’s action was fast as lightning. He snatched the gun from her and threw it onto the back seat. “This is corny. Don’t repeat it again and again. At least you should load the gun.”
Fiona wasn’t talented in terms of arms, but she had seen a most talented person.
That man seemed to be able to know whether the gun was loaded or not by weighing it, but he still used a little bit more than this bastard.
She recalled the scene that this bastard disassembled the gun with one hand last time. Suddenly she felt horrible. Who the hell was this guy?
Though horrified, Fiona was su
