Chapter 1189: 1191: Why Make Things Difficult for Your Fellow Countryman?

"Shirley Grant, what are you doing?"Andrew Davidson immediately yelled.

Shirley Grant was startled, and took two steps back.

Approaching Andrew Davidson, who was almost 1.9 meters tall, a slight raise in his voice overwhelmed her with his presence.

"I just..."

She just saw that he seemed angry earlier and wanted to come over to see what was going on.

She had already agreed to his request; she must return to the country in a week.

"Shirley Grant, I know you agreed just to return to the country, but do you know what the price is?"

As he spoke, Andrew Davidson lowered his head and stepped directly in front of Shirley Grant.

Shirley Grant felt like a frightened little Rabina Mitchell, retreating repeatedly, quickly pressing her back tightly against the wall.

Andrew Davidson walked over and casually trapped her there.

"Do you know? Hm?"

He bent slightly, curled his lips, and maintained eye contact with her.

Shirley Grant, in a tense state, clenched her fists tightly, her legs trembling, feeling like she was about to collapse.

"Actually, you know."

His devil-like voice came over, filled with mockery.

"Shirley Grant, tonight, sleep in my room; I’ll return after I’m done with my business."

After finishing, Andrew Davidson left directly, without looking back, while putting on his coat, leaving only his back view.

Instantly, Shirley Grant’s legs went weak as she sat on the ground, her face full of horror.

No!

No!

She sat there, looking ashen.

No, she can’t sit idly by.

With this thought, she immediately approached his study.

Since there is no phone here and she can’t contact anyone outside, what about the computer?

He left too hastily earlier, didn’t lock the door, so she could use his computer.

Hurriedly powering it on, she didn’t expect Andrew Davidson’s computer to have a password.

Password!

This should have been foreseen, but...

She sat there in despair, her eyes full of tears.

Why!

What exactly should she do?

"Alan Morgan... what should I do?"

She really wanted to go back, really wanted to escape here, but...

The price was too heavy.

......

After Andrew Davidson left the villa, he swiftly filtered through the data he had just checked in his mind, and then arrived at a bar.

Amidst the bustling crowd, he bypassed the foyer and went straight to the last room.

"A rare guest."

Inside the room, a man from A Country was wiping the gun in front of him. Upon seeing Andrew Davidson, he raised an eyebrow.

"We’re fellow countrymen, you really support my business. Tell me, who do you want me to take out this time?"

Andrew Davidson sat down on the sofa, glancing at the man wiping the gun.

"The chief elder of the Hanmori family, I want his life tonight."

Trying to break into his territory was unforgivable.

"This man’s life is valuable; I can’t handle it alone. Five times the price."

Everything can be resolved with money.

The difficulty of a matter mainly depends on how much money is involved.

"No problem, same old rules."

"Understood, leave your mark then. I love getting others to take the blame after killing someone."

The Hanmori family is not simple.

This Andrew Davidson must be idle now to want to stir up such a hornet’s nest.

If this assassin knew Andrew Davidson was driven to kill just because someone tried to break into his computer, he’d probably collapse on the spot.

Of course, that chief elder would probably never imagine that such a trivial act would lead him to ruin.