NovelEnglishHe nodded, "Mr. Zimmerson doesn't live in the main house."
After a while, we arrived at the entrance of a villa on the edge of the suburbs. This was the only villa in a few
kilometers. It was surrounded by bodyguards and seemed very safe.
Soloman got down from the car and walked up to the villa, pressing the doorbell.
A burly man walked out of the guardhouse. Once he confirmed Soloman's identity, he opened the gates.
Soloman drove into the villa, and | was a little taken aback by its grandeur. It was tens of thousands of square
feet big, and | could tell that it had a European-style interior just by looking at it from the outside. One glance
was all it took to know that this was the pinnacle of luxury.
Soloman stopped the car, looked at me, and said, "Mr. Zimmerson only allows for you to enter. I'll be waiting for
you at the entrance."
“Alright.”
| pushed the door open and got out of the car, walking toward the villa.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey had anticipated my arrival. The main doors of the villa were wide open, and an attendant stood by the
door, waiting to greet me.
When | approached her, she bowed in greeting. "Miss Lane, the young master is waiting for you in the parlor on
the third floor. I'll bring you to him now." 'Okay." | followed her through the living room and into the elevator.
The elevator stopped on the third floor. When | walked out, | was shocked.
The hallway's walls were all black, making it seem extremely claustrophobic. It also gave the impression that the
villa's owner was not right in the head.
The servant stopped in front of a room and opened the door, lettingin.
| walked in and could not help but furrow my brows.
This was a parlor?
Why did it look like a bedroom?
| heard the sound of running water and turned toward the source of the sound.
There seemed to be a bathroom, and the sound of running water was coming from
within.
| was a little speechless. This was Tory's bedroom.
However, | did not plan on leaving, so | sat on the couch and waited for him to cout. As | waited, I looked
around the room, taking in its interior.
The room was in black and white. Theo liked a black and white interior too, but the color black took up way too
much of this room's interior.
Did this mean that Tory was a man with a dark heart?
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and steam wafted out of the door. Tory was concealed by the steam, and |
could not see him.
As the steam cleared, | finally got a good look at him.
He did not shy away at all and only had a towel wrapped around his waist.
| looked at him silently, and | had to admit that he was an attractive man. Not only was he handsome, but he
also had a great physique. Most importantly, he was still young.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhen Tory sawstaring at him, he sneered atmockingly. "You don't even know if your husband is dead or
alive, yet here you are, ogling at another man. If Theo learns about this, he'll surely pop a blood vessel from
anger."
| averted my gaze calmly. "There's nothing wrong with admiring beautiful things."
The man snorted. "I already know about Theo's kidnapping. I'll find a way to rescue him, so you can leave now."
The tone of his voice was filled with
impatience and disdain.
| pursed my lips, not obeying his order to leave. "They found a corpse at the scene of the crime. The man's face
was disfigured by acid. I've seen photos of it. The figure resembles Theo, and even the watch on his wrist
belongs to Theo. But | know that's not Theo. Whoever is behind this must have a reason for doing that."
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"Even if that's not Theo's corpse, he must barely be alive right now."
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