Cynthia’s Cat

Mortasi had a sweet smile on his face, "Sir, do you have any needs?"

Tucker on the side saw Mottaxi talking with the man, very tasteful. Mortasi was simply too superficial, he wouldn't like such a woman anymore.

Tucker gave Krell a fierce look and went to the backyard alone. He needed to smoke to ease his current mood.

"What I want to ask is, who is the man who went to the second floor in a suit just now?"

A man in a suit? Mortasi knew who it was right away. Only Manager Philip wears a suit in the shop, and everyone else wears employee clothing.

Mortasi looked at the handsome man in confusion, "What do you ask this for?"

Although she liked the look of the man in front of her, she would not disclose the information of Manager Philip.

Creel's height is very advantageous. He put a hand on the shelf and looked at Mortasi with tender eyes. His mouth was smiling, looking very sexy.

Mottaxi couldn't resist facing such a man.

Oh my god, this is so sexy! ! !

Mottaxi thumped very fast, she was seduced by the man in front of her.

With a smile in his eyes, Krell lowered his head slightly, and said softly to Mottaxi's ear: "Are you nervous?"

Because of Krell's **** voice, Mortasi's body began to tremble, her face turned red and her voice stammered.

"The man who just went up to the third floor in a black suit... is our shopkeeper."

The third floor? The third floor is likely to be a man's office.

When Krell asked what he wanted to ask, he immediately stepped away, "It turns out that's the case, thank you."

Mo Tasi's heart is about to explode, this man is too handsome! Even more handsome than many male stars in movies.

After Mortasi calmed down, the man had disappeared, right! What did he just say? She couldn't remember it at all.

After the man left, Mottaxi was a little bit lost. Everything just now looked like a dream. She really wanted to live in a dream all the time.

At this time, Krell had arrived on the third floor. According to the sign on the door number, Krell came to the store manager's office.

He twisted the door handle carefully, because it was locked, Krell did not open the door.

Now that the door is still locked in broad daylight, there must be something odd.

Krell calmly knocked on the door.

Boom, boom, boom.

Philip in the room is dealing with blood stains, because the blood stains on the floor are very difficult to handle, and he can't pry the floor open, which can arouse suspicion.

Especially the blood stains in the crevices are already solidified, which is very difficult to clean. On the first day, he was too nervous, so he cleaned it in a hurry, locked the office door and left.

Yesterday, because of his discomfort, he was afraid that his nausea would be exposed, so Philip did not come to the bakery at all. He lay at home for a day, thinking about what to do next.

Killing is not an easy task. Today's Philip did a good job of mental construction before coming to the bakery.

Looking at the blood on the ground, his head was dizzy, the blood was really too difficult to clean up, and Philip was a little bit collapsed now.

At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded, and Philip, who was cleaning the floor, stiffened.

He controlled his tone and said to the door: "What's the matter? I'm very busy now, don't bother me if I have anything."