Hugh Kensington thought that since Samuel Dalton was part of the Dalton Family, asking him would be easier than looking blindly by himself.
"Samuel, my sister is missing. Can we take a look at your surveillance footage?!"
There was a hint of urgency in Hugh Kensington’s voice.
"!"
Samuel Dalton’s gaze trembled, barely maintaining his expression.
"Follow ."
His lips quivered slightly, as if he was struggling to maintain sothing.
Samuel Dalton directly led Hugh Kensington to the surveillance room of the banquet.
Samuel Dalton walked straight in, and as he entered, he noticed soone inside the surveillance room attempting to erase sothing.
"What are you doing..."
Samuel Dalton walked up quickly, asking ominously.
The person froze, clearly feeling sothing sharp pressing against his back.
As if any resistance would lead to that object piercing through him.
"Th-Third Young Master..."
The person didn’t expect Samuel Dalton to suddenly appear here.
He was just following orders, here to erase so surveillance records.
"Are you Mortir Dalton’s man? Trying to erase the surveillance footage?..."
At this mont, Samuel Dalton’s gaze was terrifyingly nacing, tearing away the angelic facade he usually wore, revealing a devilish smile.
Mortir Dalton, his good eldest brother, so he’s the one who took her away.
This realization made Samuel Dalton unable to maintain his usual facade any longer.
"...Spare , Third Young Master!"
The person felt Samuel Dalton’s hand holding the small knife pressing in further.
He hurriedly begged for rcy.
"You should be thankful I don’t have ti to deal with you right now."
Samuel Dalton said this, then quickly left.
His urgent and rapid movents quickly left Hugh Kensington trailing behind.
Samuel Dalton exited the banquet hall and got into a car.
The driver was a foreign man, who looked at Samuel Dalton and respectfully called out, "Young Master."
"To Mortir Dalton’s riverside villa."
Samuel Dalton closed his eyes, suppressing the anger and violence inside him.
The driver hesitated for a mont, as he hadn’t seen Samuel Dalton like this in a long ti.
Knowing that Samuel Dalton was the most unapproachable in this state, he wasted no words, and sped towards the riverside villa.
*
anwhile, after Mortir Dalton had drugged and taken Selena Kensington away, he went straight to his private villa.
Mortir Dalton had not used too much of the drug, not wanting her to sleep for too long.
By the ti Selena Kensington arrived at the riverside villa, she was almost conscious again.
When Selena truly regained consciousness, she found herself in darkness, bound to a chair.
She could sense a man sitting in front of her.
He seed unaware of her waking, muttering to himself.
"So much alike... so much alike..."
"Truly her daughter... reminiscent of her flair back then."
"...It’s a pity you left too early..."
"Why did you leave ... why... Julian..."
As the man continued to mumble to himself, Selena impatiently interrupted him, "Can you turn on a light!"
The man paused, then continued, "In this way, you are unlike her; she wouldn’t interrupt ."
"...Heh."
Selena wanted to scoff at this neurotic man; who was he mistaking her for?!
Despite his words, the man still pressed a button beside him, and the room’s lights instantly ca on.
Selena adjusted to the bright environnt before looking ahead.
She was stunned.
It was a man sitting in a wheelchair.
He bore a resemblance to Sidney Dalton, though older and more emaciated.
He seed consud by illness.
"Who are you?"
Selena asked.
Mortir Dalton gazed at her, more precisely at her face, as if trying to see soone else through her.
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