Chapter 27 Intruders

Callan Clay's eyes froze for a moment, and some fragments of memories flooded into his mind. He frowned tightly: "You are, how did you do it?" Annabelle Brock was furious, and raised her hand to push Callan Clay away while he was stunned for a moment. She retreated directly into the car and locked the door. "none of your business?" Callan Clay is sick, why ask this? Annabelle Brock stared suspiciously at Callan Clay through the car window. Callan Clay no longer cared about the past, and asked with a cold face: "When was the wound left?" "I don't know, I forgot." Annabelle Brock pulled down her sleeve. Because of the fight just now, her chest heaved violently, and she was angry and annoyed. Annabelle Brock stepped on the accelerator and drove away. Callan Clay stood where he was, staring at the leaving car with a stern face until Annabelle Brock'