One of the sharp-eyed bodyguards stepped forward and kicked the drunk over.
"Daring to get drunk in front of Mr. Allen? Do you even know that this whole estate belongs to the Allens? Better get lost before Mr. Allen loses his temper!"
But after being kicked, the drunk didn't seem to feel any pain. He lay on the ground, still laughing hysterically.
"She's dead. Died a horrible death.
"She was pushed off the building, crippled from the fall, blood everywhere.
"And... she was so beautiful, but those animals ruined her and then buried her alive."
Grayson furrowed his brows tightly, looking at the drunkard before him with clear disdain.
"Who are you? Where's Mila?"
The drunkard continued to laugh and cry at the same time.
His bottle was kicked over, spilling the clear liquid everywhere, some even splashing onto his face.
For a moment, it was hard to tell if the liquid on his face was alcohol or tears.
The drunkard, still completely wasted, suddenly lunged forward and hugged Grayson's leg.
"She was a good person.
"If it wasn't for her giving me a meal back then, I would've starved to death... It's a shame she's gone."
Grayson's face remained cold as he kicked him far away.