Chapter 701 The Scapegoat (Part Two)

Harper curiously asked, "Who do you want me to put in your place? Are you thinking about Owen? He looks like a pushover who can be bullied easily. If two weaklings are painted together, my work won't look good. So, you are already the perfect choice!"

"Are you really my junior fellow?"

"Nope!" Harper denied decisively without any hesitation. She then thought to herself, 'If you stop me from drawing more pictures, I won't recognize you as my senior fellow!'

Jason sighed in defeat and thought, 'It's not true anyway. If Harper wants to draw something fictional, then I guess she can do it. I'll just pretend that I enjoy the vintage erotica art. However, the main characters in her sensual works are not a man or a woman, but two men. Moreover, if I ignore the fact that the protagonist in the pictures is me, her works actually are quite interesting.'

Meanwhile, Anabel was too overwhelmed to say a word while she was watching them. W

r dictionary only mean that the death of tens of thousands of people, which makes blood flow in river banks where water is supposed to be?!"

"Harper, I didn't mean that. I mean, he doesn't mean to hurt you."

Harper responded sharply, "But the only thing I can feel right now is that he definitely wants to hurt me! When we were both at the mountain for study, I promised you that I'm going to diagnose Francis. Now that I have fulfilled my promise, we're even. As for what I'm going to do next, I can't control it. But don't worry; I won't kill you."

Jason looked right into Harper's eyes. He didn't see any trace of humor on her face, so he was certain that she couldn't be more serious this time. Francis had been so stubborn that it pushed Harper to her limits. The hostages in Francis' hands couldn't restrain Harper. Instead, holding those she cared so much as the hostages only made her even more furious and resist more violently!