After treating the wound, Zachary's face turned white with pain, and Yvonne was sweating because of nervousness.
Two people cuddled in the night.
Yvonne could feel that he seemed tired and did not continue to ask what happened today. But Zachary knew that she had been worried about herself, and said.
"I met a couple of punks today while leaving the office in the underground garage. They've all been executed now, and the police will question them. I'm just a little bruised."
Yvonne hugged him and looked up at him, "Then why can't you ask other person to help you with the wound?"
Zachary's voice was filled with a coldness as he narrowed his brows.
"Since the other side was able to sneak into the underground garage of our company, they must be fully aware of my life. I'm not sure whether there are their informers in our villa as well."
