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Chapter 313: Lost Clouds

Patrick's anger was about to overflow to the top of his head, but he had maintained his good demeanor to the greatest extent, "This has come to this, since you have recognized the right master, I won't say anything more, you'd better not play with fire and set yourself on fire." Then he snorted coldly and turned away.

Stupid woman, we'll settle the score afterwards.

As if nothing had happened, Lorenzo sat back down at his desk and continued to review the documents, looking at Orlando casually, "Where did you just go?" ”

Orlando was accustomed to the rapid change of the Secret Party leader, and said lazily, "You just said run? She wants to run? If she wanted to run, she should have run with Patrick just now, why did she say that? ”

"Oh. It seems like that now, but I know very well what her purpose is, but," his voice was raised, obviously to Morrow, "it's a pity, I think you have chosen the wrong master, follow me, it's not as good as you think!" ”

Orlando once again saw Lorenzo's abnormality, and looked at the embarrassed woman with some doubts, the woman who could keep the leader of the secret party in this apartment, she was the second, "She's always wearing a mask?" ”

"She traded her blood cup for her life and her face, and I accepted it." Lorenzo said calmly, and his voice returned to normal.

For two days, Moro lived under Lorenzo's deliberate torture and even abuse, serving and cleaning during the day and seemingly unable to stop for a moment, and spending the night locked at the end of his bed as usual. She didn't get any chance to get close to Lorenzo, even though the necklace looked like it was within easy reach of his hand. Barnett tried to persuade her to leave, but she refused.

Every time she waited for Lorenzo to wash, she would be drenched in water, and Lorenzo would be tormented by disgust and soft-heartedness when she saw her trembling and shrinking slightly, and felt that it was indeed a little unreasonable for her to humiliate a woman like this, but when she saw her appearance, she felt disgust for no reason.

A day before, Lorenzo had given her a few strips of cloth to wrap her wrists and ankles so that her skin would not be worn by the silver shackles and handcuffs, but in the afternoon Barnett had watched her kneel on the ground holding a tray of bloody cups for two hours, and she couldn't understand what Lorenzo wanted to do. He felt that he and Barnett knew each other, but even so, acquaintance, what could Barnett do by torturing himself? I don't have a chance to get a necklace from him. She suddenly felt as if she was wasting her time, but she coveted the time she spent with him, even though he had given herself all the inhuman torture and suffering.

The next day, I finally wiped all the floors, stood for a while with the basin in hand, but saw a painting on the side, the ruler was not very large, and even slightly yellow, and it was a picture of irises in the snow.

Cold and beautiful, she couldn't help but think of the irises that were originally planted in the palace of Ales, but unfortunately they have all withered, and Ales City only has a name and is still called Ales, in fact, the whole city has nothing to do with the Ales family.

This painting, which she had never seen in her apartment before, was a rare masterpiece, but it looked a little old but did not affect the overall effect of the painting.