Bruno fainted on the spot and fell to the ground.

Noticing the wound on Bertha's neck, Liam immediately threw away the golf club and ran to check on her condition.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Bertha smiled comfortingly: "It's okay, I have nothing."

Liam reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief. He glanced at Bruno lying on the carpet: “What is your next step now?”

Bertha was also looking at the unconscious Bruno, she was thoughtful for a moment.

“Gaye Harold ...