Chapter 737 (2/2)

”I'll fix it? Are you sure?”

Jim followed him into the elevator doubtfully.

If he had the full power to solve it, ye Shayan would have no chance of survival.

”If she calls the police.”

Yaquan pushed his spectacle frame and stressed.

Ye Shayan's suite is on the top floor of the private club.

After Yaquan and his party came out of the club, when Jim went to the garage to drive, Yaquan came to a trash can by the side of the road.

He threw the fruit knife he brought out of the club into the dustbin.

Then he took off his glasses. He had previously stained a few drops of Ye Shayan's blood, but the glasses that had been wiped clean by him were also thrown into the dustbin by him.

After Yaquan and others left the suite, ye Shayan endured the pain of her lower body and the pain of two knife wounds on her upper body, and struggled to slightly side her body.

Yaquan cut the rope of her left hand, so her left hand can move freely.

Ye Shayan slowly untied the rope tied to her right hand. Because of the discomfort caused by the knife injury, she had a lot of cold sweat all over her body.

She sat up with difficulty. She was weak, but she still slowly untied the rope tied to her feet.

Ye Shayan's clothes have long been rudely torn into strips by Jim and can't be worn anymore.

She wrapped herself in a white sheet and let her two wounds bleed. Holding the wall, she walked out step by step.

When ye Shayan pushed open the door and came out, she just saw aunt cleaning pushing her car through the door.

Already extremely weak, she hurriedly said:

”Help me, ambulance...”

Although Ye Shayan's voice was very low and weak, aunt clean looked at her because she suddenly opened the door.

”Ah --”

Seeing ye Shayan wrapped in a bloody sheet, aunt clean screamed with fear.