After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

Aveline walked directly down.

The basement was even colder than above, and as she descended, the lights flickered on one by one. She stopped in front of a door with iron bars and frowned, "Who's in there?" "Is... is that you, Aveline?" The man's voice came out weak and frail.

Aveline could even smell a faint scent of blood.

Aveline's expression grew tense, "Who's there?"

"It's Bobby."

Aveline widened her eyes. "Bobby? Is it really you?"

She grabbed the bars and peered inside desperately, but it was pitch dark; she couldn't see anything.

please save me. I'm being tortured to death. I don't want

voice was filled with pleading as if clinging to

she remembered Bobby's own father had given up on him.

Bobby was extremely agitated. "I was set up! I did have gambling debts, but I never planned to

"What really

speaking took a great

don't have the authority to enter the villa. But that day, Mary asked me to deliver something to a room. When I went in, I

them on the table. Then left. A few days later, the Tudors suddenly arrested me, accusing me of stealing and selling the items, which were said to be the late Mr. Leo's belongings. I never did such a thing. I tried to explain, but they

filled with desperation. "Aveline, please save me. I really don't want to stay here.

expression was very serious. "Bobby,

"If I'm lying, I'll die

thought back. Bobby was never the type to steal. She had spent a lot of time with him during their three years of high school. He was honest, gentle, and always willing to help. But... "How did you get into gambling?"