Chapter 93 Lilith Whitehead Kills Me, Will You Help Her?

Seeing that she had finally 'surrendered,' Bernard Jacobson walked over and stood in front of the almost vertical half-meter steep slope, extending his hand towards her. Vivian Donovan glared at him before taking his hand and standing up. But her feet slipped on the small slope, and she couldn't help but gasp. The next second, however, Bernard Jacobson had pulled her into his arms, and she was standing steadily. "Ugh... What kind of road is this? It's impossible to walk on. Bernard Jacobson, you're so rich, why don't you do some good for humanity and fix this road?" She couldn't help but mutter, deeply moved by the hardships faced by the people of North Fork. "Hmm," Bernard Jacobson responded. It sounded like an agreement, yet also like a perfunctory reply. But the next moment, Bernard Jacobson wiped the mud off Vivian Donovan's cheek, smearing it all over her face. "You have mud on your face, let me wipe it off for you." "Huh? Really? Then wipe it off for me." Vivian Donovan