Chapter 72: Chapter 72

Chapter 72 I’m not a bad person.

“Mr. Lambert, why are you here? Girl’s black and bright eyes narrowed, the murderous look at the end of the eyes has not completely spread out, but the voice is very calm She was calm as if nothing had happened It seems that she was really just walking in the alley Sheehan’s eyes stared at the blood stained place on her shirt. The hem and chest of her clothes were stained with a lot of blood, which was wet and pungent “Are you hurt?” The man stared for a moment, asking irrelevant questions, and his voice was cold and heavy.

“Hurt?” Nikita looked at herself and then raised eyebrows, “No”

“Then the blood on you..

“Oh, these are not mine” She said lightly.

Sheehan frowned.

Finley helped him investigate Nikita, so Sheehan knew Nikita’s identity was unusual.

At least, she is by no means as she seems, just a grade three student in high school.

But she surprised him again and again.

“Mr. Lambert, can you excuse me?” Nikita raised her chin, and her voice was lazy, like the lazy one who was sleepy. “You are in the way, I can’t walk through.”

Nikita is really sleepy now.

It took her a little too much physical strength just now.

She needs to get a good sleep and get her strength back.

Sheehan’s eyes fell on her for a long time, and he didn’t speak. After a moment, he turned and left.

His back is slender and straight, his legs are long, and he has a cold feeling of abstinence in black trousers.

It’s just a back, and it’s full of temperament, which can attract people’s attention.

Nikita has seen many men, and this man looks the best, the one that poke in her aesthetic.

Nikita stands in place with half squinting eyes, staring at the man gradually far for a few seconds.

Then she turned around and walked in the other direction.

This side of the alley faces away from the main street.

The buildings on both sides of the street are some old, and they have just been decided to be demolished some time ago.

The old houses that are about to be demolished are basically uninhabited, and there are few people on the street. Compared with the bustling front street, it seems to be a forgotten place, surrounded by quiet aura that Nikita could hear someone driving behind her.

She turned her head.

It is a silver Lamborghini sports car, the speed is very slow. It stopped by her side.

Window down.

The man in the car is handsome in appearance and extremely kingly in temperament. He puts one hand on the steering wheel and looks at her sideways.

“Where are you going?” “Get in the car, and I’ll drive you there.”

Before Nikita opened her mouth, the cold magnetic voice sounded in a low voice: “There is a lot of blood on your clothes, which is too eye-catching.

“I am not a bad person.” “We have met three times in one day, so I don’t think we should be strangers.”

“It’s not casual to get in my car”

Nikita raised her eyebrows and looked at him for a few seconds. She h*oked her lips and smiled: “Is Mr. Lambert a free driver?”

“Well, it’s free.” Sheehan’s thin lips are also h*oked up. The man’s temperament is cold, his face has no expression all the year round, and he doesn’t often laugh, but he looks good when he smiles.

It should be said that… is very attractive.

His eyes are very dark, his eyes seems to have whirlpools, his lips are very thin, but his lip shape is very s*xy.

When he laughs, his eyes are full of water and intoxicating.

To be honest, he makes one want to be a criminal.