###Chapter 484 Bloody Means – Part 5

Now looking at Danway's reaction, she thinks it's true.

Because of different regions, all-natural experiences are different.

According to Jacintha Madeley's method, Ivelle put the moths in the pan to stir-fry and add a small amount of seasoning. The dense moths become smooth, and one by one bulging up a full-body, watching a bite can smell fragrant to the nostrils.

Vaguely smelling the fragrance coming, Michael Broom couldn't help coming in and looked at her.

In a daze, he said, "Can you cook?"

She nodded and smiled. "I've done it since I was a child, but I haven't done it for many years. I'm a little rusty. I can only do it according to the feeling in my memory."

She handed him the ready-made moth and said, "Try and see."

He smiled for the first time, "Good!"

He put the full bug into his mouth, and he chewed it slowly. For a moment, he looked at me and said, "It tastes so good!"

People in the southwest like to eat things that seem unacceptable because of their living environment.

I think the so-called memories in her mouth are too cold.

Now, it seems that this is not always the case.

Seeing me in a daze, he frowned at me. "Don't you want to taste it?"

As soon as she was stupefied, she reached out and picked up a moth and put it into her mouth. It was not bad to taste. If she ignored that it was a bug and regarded it as a dish, it would taste delicious, with a bit of protein aroma, and it would be very elegant.

Just eating moths is too monotonous, I said with some regret, "it would be exciting to have a glass of beer."

Michael smiled but took the initiative to get the wine. It is useless; fortunately, Grace gave her medicine.

Michael was a rough man who ate moths and drank wine, but he was much less defensive against her.

Drunk in a daze, he lay down on the table ready to have a rest.

She got up, went up to him, and said, "Let me take you upstairs to have a rest."

"No." He didn't answer, but he was a little confused.

It was a bit difficult to move him with her physique, but fortunately, Louis Mark was not there, and the servants in the villa were all dealing with watermarks in the yard because it had just rained heavily.

Walking to the door of the surgical gate, she opened her mouth and said, "Michael, take a look. Is this your room?"

When he heard the sound, he said a word but did not respond for a long time.

She was a little worried that the servant outside would come in, so she said again, "Michael, you .. "

Suddenly he raised his eyes, opened them, and looked at her motionless.

She could not help but burst into a cold sweat, opened her mouth, and said, "Michael, you .. "

"Don't piss off, sir. He's more terrible than you think." It was just a word, and with that, he turned straight away and staggered away.

She stood still and couldn't say what it felt like for a moment.

"I want to see them. Are they all right?" Looking at the back of Michael, she said.

He said, "You will die."

She sat on the ground for a while, a little broken, is that the only way?

What if she asks Kenneth?

Thinking of this, she stood up from the ground, went to the kitchen, and picked up the knife she had placed in the kitchen.

Paddle to the wrist!

She is too familiar with this feeling. She had experienced it countless times when the child left.

She was relieved to see the servant hurrying in in the last trace of consciousness.

When she woke up again, there was no suspense. She was in the hospital. Not surprisingly, she saw Kenneth.

"Awake?" He spoke with little emotion

Louis frowned, "Why did you kill yourself?"

Ivelle looked at Michael and saw that his face was cold. When she looked at Louis and Kenneth's expressions, she couldn't help but be stupefied for a moment.

So, Michael didn't tell Kenneth about her strategy of him?

She looked at Kenneth. Her voice was a little hoarse, "Sir, I can sacrifice my life for it!"

Kenneth frowned, "For what?"

"In exchange for their lives!"

"Oh!" Kenneth sneered, "One life for four lives, where do you get self-confidence?"

"Aren't you curious about your relationship with the Preston family ?"She still has a sore throat when she opens his mouth.

He picked his eyebrows and said, "Does it has something to do with you?"

In a moment of silence, she didn't know what to say. She paused and said, "The Preston family can look for me everywhere, and you have a plan to send me back. Why not just give me a favor and let my friends go?"

Louis said, "I'm afraid this woman doesn't have a rusty brain. Will she even talk to her husband like that?"

She pursed her lips and didn't open her mouth. She just looked at Kenneth.

For a moment, Kenneth said, "So, what is your relationship with the Preston family?"

"In short, it's much deeper than you think!" There is an element of compulsion in this sentence. They are afraid of the Preston family. The deeper the relationship between the Preston family and her, the more bargaining chips they can negotiate.

He hooked his lips and did not speak. He just looked at her for a moment and said, "The conditions are mutual."

Ivelle froze for a moment and became severe. "What do you want?"

His dark eyes fell on her arm, where she had been bandaged. A doctor came in to change the dressing.

She asked casually, "When will her wound heal?"

The doctor looked at her and seemed confused.

The doctor said a few words and then left.

Kenneth looked at her a moment later and said, "See you in three days and have a good recovery!"

She was a little unsure that during these three days and said, "My friends?"

"They will be safe and sound!"

With that, he left.

Three days later.

Red light district, manic music, dancers on the stage, people were screaming almost crazy.

She was not used to the environment here, some fidgeting, surrounded by Kenneth who is indifferent to drinking.

"Kenneth, what do I need to do? In the hospital, you asked me to exchange terms three days later. I thought about it a lot, but I didn't think that after I was discharged from the hospital, the first thing you would do was to bring me here."

In the vast private room seats, it was just both of them. Many beautiful women wandering around looked in our direction from time to time.

You don't have to think about it to know that these women regard Kenneth as their prey.

After all, he seems to be rich and handsome.

"Keep quiet!" Kenneth opened his mouth and gave her a faint glance.

Ivelle was stupefied, pursed her lips, and was a little restless when she sat in the seat.

It's not easy to be quiet in this environment.

She noticed that Louis and Michael were not far away and seemed to be gone.

Even Kenneth, who had been drinking calmly, suddenly put a receiver on his ear.