Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1368 - Good Brothers

"Stop it!"

When the two sides confronted each other and the atmosphere was tense, Richards raised his hand,

"All stand down."

"Prince, he committed a blatant act of murder, it is imperative that he be arrested."

The guards on the side were very uneasy about Richards, and were even more jealous of Raylan to

the extreme.

"Raylan is emotionally out of control, so you better be careful."

Even William was a little worried.

"It's okay."

Richards shrugged, gazed at Raylan, and said calmly, "I know you and Mo are good buddies, and you

must be very upset that this happened to him."

He tilted his head, skimmed his mouth and sighed helplessly, "I admire Mo very much, but the dead are

like this, you should be sad. Honestly, I really didn't think Mo would die. With his ability, how could he

have died so easily? So I hope I'll be notified when he's buried."

Bang--

As Richards' words fell, Raylan calmed down a few moments and fired a shot on the ground in front of

his heels, sending sparks flying and scaring Richards back a few steps.

"Get out!"

Raylan's eyes were shady, "If I find out that either of you did it, you two, none of you will get away!"

"What does it have to do with us? The person who killed Mo was Emilio's man, did you get the focus

wrong? Heh, funny!"

The person who spoke was William.

With Peter more than a decade of old enemies, now he suddenly died, William mood is naturally the

best.

"There is no direct relationship, but there is an indirect relationship."

Raylan's cold eyes narrowed slightly, put away the gun, turned around and went upstairs.

"I think Raylan is crazy too, Richards, let's just get out of here." William truly felt that both Raylan and

Peter were crazy.

The person who faced was Prince Richards and actually dared to do it.

If not for Richards' admiration for Peter, I'm afraid Peter would have been killed a dozen times when he

first took on Richards.

Richards shook his head and turned to leave.

It's just that the heart still doesn't believe in Peter's death without seeing it with his own eyes.

Standing on the second floor, Raylan watched Richards and William both leave, narrow brown pupils

gradually became dark.

......

It was night, dark and windy.

Sandra, lying in her bedroom, looked at the dimly lit room with her eyes open, but kept her ears open to

listen to the commotion outside.

After coming to Obren, Sandra was clear about her situation and agreed to pretend that Celine had no

choice but to ask them to do so.

Although one or two escapes ended in failure, her heart to leave was even more certain when she

finally got the news of Peter's death.

Who is Peter?

In Waverly reigning figure, stamping his feet, Waverly shake three shakes, but also countless people

worship as the top of the man.

But now, to Obren only a few months, he died!

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The moment she got the news, Sandra was blinded, her mind was blank, and she sat in a daze for an

afternoon.

Only at night did he make up his mind to escape.

But for this escape, she was completely prepared.

The meal given to those guards at the gate during the nightly snack was spiked with drugs.

Because of the limited amount of medicine, they can not make them pass out, but they can make them

sleep very deeply.

Especially Braylon who managed to get her back every single time!

Sandra put a fifth of all the medicine in Braylon's bowl, and estimated by the time, by now, he would

have fallen asleep on the seat by the door.

It was late at night and the night breeze was brisk.

In addition to the wind blowing leaves rustling, there is no other sound.

"Are you asleep?"

Sandra muttered in her mind.

After lying in bed for a while longer, she finally couldn't resist getting up, going downstairs and tiptoeing

to the living room door, only then did she hear Adri's snoring coming from outside.

Sandra, dressed in black casual clothes and sneakers, stood inside the door and called out in a small

voice, "Braylon?"

Braylon: "Hullo ......ZZZzzz......"

"Braylon? Braylon, do you hear me?"

Not getting a response, Sandra asked again.

Braylon: "Hoo~hoo~ZZZzz ......"

Hearing his snoring and not being awakened, Sandra took a deep breath and calmed her thumping

heart.

Hold on!

Late at night, the lights were out in the living room, but there was a dim streetlight outside.

She opened the door with gentle movements, leaned over the doorway, took a few glances and found

Braylon leaning back in his chair, sleeping heavily, and with a happy heart, she sidled out through the

doorway and gently closed the door again.

Standing on the steps, Sandra was nervous and scared, licking her lips, her hands hanging at her side

clenched tightly together, before she picked up speed, tiptoed and ran towards the outside.

Walking to the front door, she took out the key she had prepared long ago, opened the door, closed it,

and left without a hitch.

Escaping from the yard, in order not to attract attention, she assumed a leisurely stance and pretended

to run at night along the roadside.

Until the farther you run, to make sure that no one behind you to follow, Sandra suddenly power up,

crazy towards the front of the non-stop running.

"Hoo hoo hoo ......"

She breathed heavily, her legs were weak from running, her body was hot, and her forehead kept

dripping with fine sweat stains.

But Sandra can't stop.

Death!

Remaining in Obren, only death awaits her.

The human survival instinct made her endure all the exhaustion, gritting her teeth and running towards

the front, afraid that someone would take her away.

God knows, during this period of time, she was learning English for 16 hours out of 24 hours a day at

home, even for her daily food and drink communication on weekdays.

If she says the wrong thing, what awaits her may be no food.

So she exhausted her efforts on the daily language, but failed to smooth out her edges, but rather

made her a little resistant and disgusted.

Tic-tac-toe -

She ran out of breath and kept looking for a car to pass by to give her a lift.

A lot of hope, finally a car appeared.

Because there were street lights on the side of the road, she saw that it was a red coupe.

If it was someone coming after her, how could they drive a car like this?

Sandra made sure it wasn't someone coming after her before she waved like someone else.

The sports car beeped its siren and pulled up beside her.

Sandra stood still, breathing heavily, then walked up and knocked on the window glass, the owner

lowered the window, and she inclined her head to the man sitting in the car and said, "Sir ......"

Opening in Mandarin, she immediately changed her tone and asked in broken English, "Sir, can you

give me a ride?"

In order to escape safely, Sandra has been memorizing daily colloquialisms in order to prepare for her

premeditated escape.

"No problem, get in."

Sandra used English to communicate with the other person, but they spoke Mandarin to her.

The familiar voice startled Sandra's back, jerked back a step, and instantly reacted that the person

sitting in the back of the car was Richards.

Her brain buzzed and she was stunned for two seconds before Sandra turned and ran like a madman.

She ran and the sedan started and followed her.

She is fast, the car is fast; she is slow, the car is slow.