Aron Barton's eyelid twitched hardly and involuntarily. He actually never thought of offending Franklin Brook.

Gloria Stock also saw Franklin with her face pale and her nails pinched into her palm, "Why is Franklin here?"

"Gloria, the dose of the drug you have given is enough, right?" Aron felt like half of his foot had already stepped into the gates of hell, especially when he felt that Franklin's cold gaze had been cast coldly from a distance.

"It was Larissa Green who prepared the drug. She said it is absolutely fine." Gloria choked in her throat, not even daring to move one step.

Franklin's cold and powerful vibe pressed straight towards them. He cast a direct gaze in an oppressive manner with his black eyes faintly choked all his breath.

Gloria's breathing was stagnant for a moment, and all her senses and the ability to express declined in an instant. She could only look at the lingering figure who she was in love with and dreamed in the midnight. The evil and arrogant smile always appeared on the man's face. She saw again his cool eyes, which liked the flowers of the high mountain, filled with intense possession.

He half-squinted his eyes and raised his hand in the air with a slight swing, "Search! To stop anyone and everyone on the top floor of the Restaurant J, no matter who he or she is!"