Chapter 684 Can Martin Control Him

"What's going on? Didn't I tell you to be careful? The wound is open... " Kevin muttered as he raised his head, "What the hell did you do last night? …… Can't you just put up with it? "

Early in the morning, he saw the ultimate public display of affection. Kevin's resentment was about to break out of the sky.

He knew everything. Why did she have to be so crazy?

Did his master have a special hobby?

Cassandra held her sore waist with one hand and glared at Kevin, "I asked you to deal with the wound again. Don't talk so much nonsense. Believe it or not, I'll cut your tongue!"

Kevin was speechless.

Damn it! What did the two of them do last night? Why did his sister-in-law seem to be completely different in the early morning!

On the other hand, it was rare that Martin didn't lose his temper today. He sat quietly aside as a sculpture, but his eyes were covered with a layer of coldness.

'What does the master look like?'

Of course, what Kevin didn't know was that Martin had been regretting since last night. After all, the wound in Cassandra's hand did open...

He was too impulsive last night. After enduring for so many years, he thought he had good self-control, and in fact, it was true. But he forgot that Cassandra was not within his control.

After all, he was not strong willed enough.

Kevin skillfully dealt with the wound, changed the medicine and cleared his throat, "Well, I'll say it again. Sister-in-law's wound is very serious. Don't do strenuous exercise... Damn it! What are you doing, Cassandra? "

Cassandra picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him. 'Is he blind? Why does he keep mentioning it? Fucking strenuous exercise. Believe it or not, I'll kill you now!'

With a look of a survivor of a disaster, Kevin managed to avoid the teacup thrown over. He hid behind Carlos, grabbed the clothes behind Carlos with both hands, revealing half of his head. He added, "If the wound reopens again, don't blame

involved, I'm afraid that Essie can't be saved. What should we do next? " Vincent glanced at Roger and asked cautiously.

Roger sneered, "What should we do? Now a person is killed. What do you want me to do? Why didn't you tell me the news until now? "

Vincent's eyes twitched, "Well. Maybe we got the news late... "

Roger swept the documents on the table with one hand, and thin pieces of paper fell in the air. Cold sweat dripped from Vincent's forehead, but he didn't dare to move.

With a malicious look on his face, Roger flew into a rage, "You got the news too late? Are you all good for nothing? Don't think that I don't know. Did Susan ask you to suppress the news? "

Lowering his head, Vincent didn't dare to answer. He acquiesced in Roger's question.

Roger banged the table with blue veins on his forehead, "Well, well done! Do you really think I'm a decoration? Get out! "

Vincent opened his mouth but didn't dare to say one more word. He left Roger's office in dejection.

Sitting on the chair, Roger's ferocious face seemed to be covered with a layer of invisible frost. In the past, Susan had targeted Cassandra, and she played many tricks. In the past, he could turn a blind eye to it and even help Susan.

But now, Susan had gone too far. This time, she almost killed Cassandra.