Wife is a Lawyer

Chapter 1421 - Whose handiwork?

"What, you're still not sure about my Truman work?"

Truman glanced at the man with some displeasure, the cold face with a few coldness, really let him

look a little unpleasant.

He turned around and brought over a small altar of the stuff from the back car seat and placed it

directly on Peter's lap, "Here, I stole the parasite while the chamber was in chaos. This amount is

definitely enough for you to save two children. But the parasites are not so good, you can ask Ruth

about the method of raising parasites."

Said, Truman added: "Oh, she is still in Marble Temple, later I will help you ask there how to raise the

compulsion."

"Thanks."

Peter looked at the ebony altar on his lap, and his tightly furrowed brow finally stretched a few points.

Adri has been relieved of the poison and now that she has the parasite, the two children are finally

saved.

Obren this line, although encountered a lot of difficult problems, in the end, he and Adriana two people

in the body of the compulsion is lifted, but also considered the best ending.

Truman, sitting in the passenger seat, saw Peter in a good mood, his face was hard to conceal the

delighted smile, he was in turn some heartfelt coughing a few times, clearing his throat.

"There's something you should know about that ......."

"Say."

The same icy tone as always.

Truman raised his hand and touched his nose, his handsome face haloed with a few embarrassment,

"Although your woman's compulsion poison is solved, but she ...... has amnesia."

Snort--

As Truman's words fell, the limo jerked to a halt.

Inertia, Truman's entire body towards the front afraid of the past, almost did not be thrown out of the

windshield, good in the seat belt to pull back.

Snort, snort, snort, bang-!!!

Followed by a few cars because Peter suddenly braked, are immediately followed by braking, but the

last car did not keep the distance, caught off guard by the collision.

Truman glanced back behind him and shrugged, "Can we just be cool?"

"You say Adriana has amnesia?"

Peter, as if he couldn't hear what Truman was saying, didn't even answer him and questioned him

directly about Adriana's situation.

"No. To be more precise, I should say she was just having her memories sealed."

Truman explained to Peter in a serious manner.

The man's sword brows knitted lightly and he gave him a sideways sweeping glance, "What's the

difference?"

"Essentially different."

"Bullshit!"

Peter's face showed some slight anger and concern, and just as he was about to say something,

Truman immediately added, "I tried my best, and believe it or not, you can listen to this."

Truman handed Peter a miniature recorder while saying, "Can you keep driving? It's not good for

someone to find out the end later."

Peter took the recorder, started the car and drove forward, while turning on the recorder and playing

the recording inside.

"Help Adriana with her compulsion ......"

The recorder is turned on and Chaya's voice is heard inside, all of which is a conversation between her

and Truman in the secret room.

Every word is clear to the ear. NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

It wasn't until Peter finished listening to the recording that Truman shrugged his shoulders and spread

his hands, "Like I said, I tried."

Peter put away the recorder and didn't say anything else.

Just a little gloomy between the unstretchable eyebrows, written full of concern for Adriana.

As long as she can be cured of her compulsion, not to mention memory loss, or leaving him, he can

accept it!

"I forgot to ask you, Raylan and Chaya two secretly conspire, this ...... you know?"

Truman thought of something and asked.

"Hmm."

"So whose handiwork was it that got you shot in Emilio's alibi?" Truman inclined his head to look at

Peter, "As far as I know, Raylan also planted someone in Emilio's alibi."

So it's likely that Raylan was responsible for Peter getting shot.

Peter eyes ahead, slender fingers grip the steering wheel, fingers have a not a tap on the steering

wheel, as if thinking.

There was a long silence before he spat out two words, "I know."

"Know? What do you mean you know? Is it true that Raylan was responsible for you getting shot?"

"Not sure."

"So what are you going to do about him?"

Peter: "......"

"You're a decisive man, why are you hesitant to face Raylan? This is not like your style."

"Shut up."

Peter, who had not spoken for a long time, scolded lightly.