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.

Aveline, please save me. I'm being tortured to death. I don't want to die. Please help

was filled with pleading as if clinging

father had given up on

didn't!" Bobby was extremely agitated. "I was set up! I did have gambling debts, but I never planned to

"What really

if speaking took a great deal of

Mary asked me to deliver something to a

and selling the items, which

"Aveline, please save me. I really don't want to stay here. They're going to beat

serious. "Bobby, is everything you said

"If I'm lying, I'll die a horrible

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?" Aveline