Dylan Young placed down the mobile phone, turned to glance at Fristy Davis, only to see her complexion worse than before, her body trembling even more violently. Previously, she could barely maintain her composure, but now, the fear in her eyes had completely surfaced.
Anthony Davis sneered, "You heard, my brother-in-law is coming, sister-in-law. I advise you not to have any illusions; my brother-in-law is not as easy to talk to as I am."
Fristy Davis' fingers were now digging deep into her flesh. Of course, she knew Anthony Davis would never let him go. He was the most merciless person. If he found out the truth, he would probably think letting her die a hundred times wouldn't suffice.
But at this moment, how could she dare to willingly admit?
She still insisted, "I… have nothing… to say."
"Well, I hope you can keep this spiritedness in front of my brother-in-law."
