In the bustling shopping mall, the man stood upstairs looking down and caught sight of Serena Sullivan being wheeled out in a wheelchair.
Her face was turned towards him, her expression indifferent, her eyes somberly fixed on the road ahead. Even when passersby pointed at her, she remained as calm as ever.
His gaze drifted down to her legs, and his nerves were stabbed, jumping painfully to the bone.
The long skirt that reached her ankles covered her legs, leaving the insides invisible!
If it weren’t for this wheelchair, no one would believe soone as beautiful and intelligent as her would be a woman who couldn’t even stand up with crippled legs!
"Sir!"
Yvette Sterling’s voice ca from behind, but Ethan Grant’s gaze remained at the mall exit. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked fiercely.
Soon, smoke enveloped his front, a cold aura seeping from his handso face, his eyes unknowingly turning fiercely harsh.
"They’re locked in the restroom."
Yvette felt a chill run through him as he looked at Ethan Grant’s back.
The man stood upright, his eyes darkly fixed downstairs, a cigarette in hand, inhaling continuously. In just a mont, the choking sll of smoke perated the air, making Yvette cough twice uncontrollably.
"Then keep them locked up!"
The ice-cold voice delivered without a trace of warmth, as he turned his head, his typically cold and deep eyes now dark, making Yvette tremble.
Everyone believed Mr. Grant to be indifferent and unfeeling, yet to Yvette, Mr. Grant was more frightening than they imagined, coldness being rely a facade. Mr. Grant was obsessively extre, sinister, fierce, and utterly rciless inside.
Ethan Grant quickly finished his cigarette, reached into his pocket for another, his hand touched the hard phone, thought of sothing, his sinister eyes beca more frightening, the faint voice made Yvette sense a bloody aura, "Let them out after dark."
Yvette replied, "Yes," watching Mr. Grant turn back to look downstairs. Tonight in Solaria, there was sure to be unrest!
No one would ever imagine Mr. Grant was sick, sick to the point of loving soone to the extre, to a hopeless degree.
Ever since Zoe Quinn followed Joel Quinn to The Sullivan Family, she hadn’t suffered any grievances.
In the dark utility room, she cursed Serena Sullivan a thousand tis in her heart, and together with Shannon Shaw, they made desperate noises inside.
Whether it was because of the "Maintenance" sign they might have set up, or because Serena pulled so tricks upon leaving, the outside was eerily quiet — no voices, not even footsteps.
Their phones rang one after another, the flashing lights offered them hope, yet with their mouths gagged with rags and hands bound, unable to struggle free, crying was all they could do, as ti passed, they waited in unconscious despair.
In their exhaustion, there was finally sound outside.
The door of the utility room was opened, restroom lights shining in, instantly stinging Zoe Quinn’s eyes. Seeing the person standing at the door was Yvette Sterling, her heart raced with excitent, sobbing with joy and grievance.
"Where’s Ethan? I want to see Ethan!"
Having been locked up for so long, Zoe Quinn cried and collapsed to the ground, clutching Yvette’s hand, sobbing heavily.
She must tell Ethan about the grievances she suffered today; Serena was so malicious to her, she deserved a terrible end!
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