chapter 1067 Who is that person?

In the box. A piece of elegant music floated. Iris had just finished half of the steak, poured a glass of red wine, and took a sip. "What time is it?" She muttered something casually. The waiter behind her hurriedly stepped forward. "Miss, it's already half past six." "So, Darren has been gone for half an hour?" "Yes." "What happened? Darren used to kill people in ten minutes at most, so why did it take him so long to go back?" Iris raised her eyebrows, a little angry. "Miss, maybe Darren...