Christopher was silent.
He opened his eyes wide, and although his face remained calm and unchanged, it was apparent he was still in shock. He probably did not expect a petite woman like Lily to make such a fierce shot. Not only did she move quickly, but he also could not see her attack.
"Can you tell me now? Who do you work for?" Lily glanced and said.
Christopher recovered from the shock, smiled coldly, then turned his head away from her. He did not intend to cooperate.
Lily did not care either and suddenly walked over to him. She bent down, touched his body, and took out a phone. There was a fingerprint lock on it, so she picked up his hand, unlocked it with his fingers, and finally took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped her hands in disgust.
When she took out the tissue, she saw a tray put there by Jo. She then remembered seeing such a thing, so she picked it up.
She sat down on the chair again with the tray on her lap. She was holding the phone with her other hand, flipping through the phone records, and said, "Let me guess. This number? It contacted you recently, which means it’s not anyone random. So this is your employer?”
She turned the phone to Christopher, but he did not turn his head to look or respond.
However, at that time, it did not matter if he had a reaction or not. Lily looked down at the tray and saw the needle, syringe, and a small bottle. Although she did not know what it was, she knew it was nothing good.
She carefully poured the medicine into the syringe, then installed the needle, holding the needle in one hand and the phone in the other. She walked to Leonel, lowered her head, looked down at him, then raised her foot to kick him, "Are you dead yet?"
"Uh!" He groaned in pain, looking at Lily in front of him with a look of horror.
"If you’re still alive, can you make a call?" Lily said while shaking the phone.
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