The president's surrogate wife, he always wants to escape

"We were born and died for you, how could you do this to us?"

The man roared with grief and anger, feeling betrayed by Saiman.

"It seems that you have all been brainwashed by Harmore, and you have been thoroughly washed."

Saiman's voice was calm, neither angry nor irritable.

He withdrew the sword and handed it to Lan Ke who hadn't reacted yet, and then took out his mobile phone to call Harmore.

After a beep, Harmoll answered, "Where have you been?"

His voice was hurried, and his appearance was still angry.

"Where do I need to report to you?"

Saiman asked back, with an indifferent tone and a distant tone.

Harmore, who hurriedly searched for Saiman all over the villa, stopped. He seemed to be surprised by the voice, and he froze in place.

He bit his lip as if he was holding back something, and clenched his hands by his thighs into fists.

He turned his back to the morning light, and the golden light shone on his body. It was so reflective that he couldn't see his expression at this time, but he seemed to be a little unwilling from his desperately clenched fists, and he could still vaguely see it on his forehead. sweat.

Harmore forced himself to take a deep breath, and it took him a long time to return to Saiman in an indifferent voice, "I have no objection to you going out, but you must bring my people with you. This is my rule."

"Bring your people so that you can monitor me?"

There was a hint of sneer in Saiman's voice, low and soft, making people feel creepy.

Hamoel clenched the hand on his thigh again, looking angry, but trying to restrain himself.

It turned out that it wasn't that he couldn't get angry, maybe he just concealed it too well.

"This is not your palace. I don't need to say more about how many people want your life. You know better than anyone else." Harmore warned Saiman, his voice was urgent.

"My palace? Are you sure?" Saiman taunted, "You work for my mother, and my mother supports my fourth brother, so you belong to my fourth brother. Who will the palace belong to in the future? Are you so smart? Do you still need me to analyze it with you one by one?"

Harmore opened his mouth to say something, but found that he could not refute, and clenched his fists again.

"If it's because I rejected you, if you feel unhappy and want to vent your anger, then vent it back to me. Is it interesting to risk your own life?"

Harmore seemed to be full of anger, he kept suppressing it, and his neck muscles were violent.

Hearing Harmore's words, Saiman's sneer just now was gone, replaced by silence.

"We have been different since you chose my mother. From now on, you will be you and I will be me. When we meet again, we will be enemies. That's all."

At this time, Saiman's mind was extremely calm, without any impulse, and he also understood that it would be meaningless for him to stand still. Anyway, he didn't protect anything he wanted to protect, so why should he worry about it?

"I don't know if you are pretending to be stupid or think that I, Saiman, are really stupid. The queen mother has been holding you in her hand and refusing to give it to me. Is it because you want to use you to control me."

"Maybe I didn't care about so much before, but I would like to thank you for helping my mother's hard work in ruining my reputation in the past few years. It made me have a large group of enemies for no reason, and also made me understand that no matter what I do, you can't do it." will be mine."

Speaking of this, Saiman stopped, as if the cold air had been transmitted to Harmore through the mobile phone, Harmore bit his lower lip tightly, and a bloody smell spread in his mouth.

"I've wasted enough time on you, it should be over."

Like the god of death who gave an ultimatum, he coldly reduced all the past to zero, and hung up the phone directly after speaking.

"Saiman? Saiman."

Harmore yelled into the phone, but what responded to him was a bottomless silence.

Hamoore's hands trembled badly, and he called back Saiman's cell phone in a panic, but the response was, "The number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please try again later..."

Harmore was extremely angry, but too much was unable to calm down.

He covered his mouth and resisted the urge to spit out to force himself to calm down, but he staggered and almost fell, but fortunately he supported the wall in time.

His complexion gradually turned pale, and his stomach began to constrict. Due to profuse sweating, his long silver-white hair stuck to his face.

At this time, Hamoore was not wearing any shoes, was still wearing a nightgown, and had not had time to tie his long hair. He immediately rushed out of the room when he realized that Saiman was not there.

"Lord Harmore."

Oss, his subordinate, hurried to the second floor. Hamoel, who saw the corridor, ran up to him and said, "The guards at the back door were all knocked out, and the snipers outside couldn't find out how His Highness got out of the villa. Your Highness He must have guarded them all night, figured out the loopholes in their shift and took the opportunity to leave."

"I'm sorry, so many of us can't look down on His Highness, please punish." Oss bowed his head and pleaded guilty.

Harmore didn't speak, and suddenly covered his mouth and rushed to the room, rushed into the bathroom, and threw up violently while holding the toilet.

Oss was not frightened, as if he was used to seeing it, he walked quickly to the bedside table to get medicine for Hammer, poured a glass of water, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

After vomiting, Harmore's face was covered with tears, as if he had escaped from the gate of hell, his eyes were red and he was extremely embarrassed.