Chapter 941: Chapter 940: Judging by the Situation, This Person Is Sick

Shirley Grant pouted and let go of her nose.

"What the hell do you actually want? How big a loss is it for you to just send me back?"

After being here these few days, she finally understood what exactly had happened that day.

Hijacking!

Hehe-da, that’s right, she’d run into the legendary ship hijacking.

This man’s name was Andrew Davidson, one of the many mafia in Sicily, and his status didn’t seem low at all.

Anyway, she couldn’t make sense of anything here.

She recounted her experience to Andrew in vivid, moving detail, hoping he’d let her go back.

Too bad, totally useless.

This damned man had absolutely no sympathy.

"If you don’t send me back, I’ll definitely escape. Don’t forget, if it wasn’t for you hijacking the ship, I’d have already escaped that Deserted Island just fine."

Shirley Grant roared!

And yes, precisely because of this sentence, Andrew quickly sent several servants to keep an eye on Shirley 24/7.

Damn it, she’d never seen anyone this awful.

Her mouth twitched; she glanced at the servant standing there.

"I’m just not cleaning. If you’re going to go tattle, do whatever you want."

A dead pig isn’t afraid of boiling water; she just sat there without moving a muscle.

Seeing her like this, the servants were helpless and could only stand there watching her.

Anyway, their work was already completely done; if later Shirley hadn’t finished cleaning, when sir came back he wouldn’t blame them.

Three minutes after sitting there, Shirley suddenly jumped to her feet with a slap of movement.

Clack-clack-clack-clack!

She quickly ran upstairs.

Too much, this is way too much!

That damned bastard of a man!

Shirley immediately reached the second floor; on the second floor there were only Bedrooms and the study.

The study, well, that man always kept it locked; she couldn’t get in at all, and there wasn’t even a single phone in the house.

If it weren’t like this, she’d have contacted people in A Country long ago.

Dammit!

Arriving at Andrew’s Main Bedroom, Shirley’s lips twitched.

It really was a wild man’s Bedroom; everywhere were things only men would use, not a trace of anything feminine.

The décor was extremely simple, nothing like the glittering luxury she’d imagined, just three colors: black, white, and gray.

The most unbearable thing was that there were guns lying around everywhere in his Bedroom.

This guy!

Was he trying to tell people in the most direct way possible that he was mafia?

"Come on, can’t you at least help me clean a bit?"

This Andrew had to be messing with her on purpose.

"Sir only told us to follow Miss Shirley."

Damn it!

Even with the best upbringing, she completely snapped at this moment.

She was done!

Not doing it!

Shirley went straight back to her own Bedroom, flopped onto the bed, and went to sleep.

Time whooshed by, and night fell quickly. Andrew, reeking of Wine, appeared in the Villa.

It was quiet all around. Hm?

Where was that woman?

Andrew pressed his lips together and went upstairs one step at a time.

On the second floor, everyone was in Shirley’s Bedroom. When the servants saw Andrew, they all gave a bow and left.

For them, once Andrew showed up, their workday was over.

Shirley was sprawled on the bed, dead asleep. She’d been exhausted during the day, and once she fell asleep she never woke up, even missing dinnertime.

Looking at the woman lying on the bed, Andrew frowned.

He was from A Country, but he always felt Asians were too small, like they’d break with just a light touch.

"Hey!"

He kicked the wooden edge of the bed. This was Andrew’s most courteous way of waking Shirley up.