Chapter 112: Bruce the Assassin

"Ayla, why aren't you eating? Lost your appetite?" Beatrice Leemin asked, puzzled, noticing Ayla Scurr hadn't touched her food. "I feel nauseous-can't eat a thing!" Ayla shot an angry look toward Gordon Yale and Frida Luet. "You were fine just now. Why the sudden bad mood? Who ticked you off?" Beatrice smiled softly, her expression as if ice and snow had melted-beautiful in a unique way. "Who else could it be? Of course it's that jerk, Gordon." Ayla tore her gaze away, trying to hold back her...