William Bryan asked this question well, but he forgot this client. How could Charlee Ford, who was kept in the drum, know?

"I don't know. You suddenly ran away at that time. If I hadn't come to you, maybe you wouldn't be willing to recognize me." Charlee Ford didn't feel much.

But the more I talked, the more angry I became. Finally, I simply hammered twice on the shoulders of the men around me before I gave up.

However, she didn't dare to really use her strength.

"Well, then I'll ask someone else." William Bryan grabbed Charlee Ford's hand and pinched it comfortably.

Looking at his thoughtful appearance, he really...