Grant frowned and walked over. His cold face was restrained, and his eyes suddenly saw a small puncture mark on Yvette's arm. His face suddenly darkened.
His voice was extremely cold. "Did Sean give you an injection?”
Needless to say, the circle had a very nasty method of dealing with disobedient girls. It could make them feel drained while they were still conscious.
They would not even have the strength to refuse...
Yvette was undoubtedly given such an injection.
Yvette's tears fell silently as she nodded.
She chose him, so she deserved it.
For a moment, everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.
Nicole was shaking with anger, and the air around Grant turned cold.
He walked over and looked at Nicole, holding out his hand.
"I'll carry her. You go first.”
Nicole took a deep breath and touched Yvette's shoulder. “Don’t be scared, Yvette. Let's go now."
Sean would be back soon. If he brought more people along with him, it would be bad news for them.
After all, he was even willing to imprison Yvette. Who knew what other deranged things he could do?
Nicole felt a chill in her heart just thinking about that gloomy, sullen face.
Only someone as simple as Yvette would believe him and develop feelings like fireworks for someone like him.
Yvette's eyes that had become red and swollen were really pitiful.
She nodded. "Let's go..."
Grant picked her up bridal style and walked into the living room when he suddenly heard heavy and hurried footsteps at the door.
Sean appeared.
He came quite quickly.
When Hellen saw Sean, she cried out in excitement." Sir, they want to take Ms. Quimbey away. They even beat me up..."
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