They both walked straight into a newly renovated door that looked like an old office.
Garrido looked up at the intruders, cigar falling off his mouth and hitting the floor. He was seated on a wheelchair, b*****e around his head, some of his teeth missing. His eyes widen and he tries to speak.
Only then did Anderson remember she had taken away his tongue. She chuckled in annoyance while walking to his desk and he shivered like the devil was striding to him for one goal, his soul.
"Nnn," He groaned. Unable to voice his words out.
Anderson rolled her eyes at the wimpy man. She imaged Kendrick pleading to her the way Garrido did, the feeling of superiority to such a tusk man was unbelievable, would Kendrick ever beg her for mercy one day?
"Hurry, p***y. Get the damn sheet let him wri
