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.

tortured to death. I don't want to die. Please help me,

voice was filled with pleading as if clinging to

had given up on him. As an outsider, did she have

I did have gambling debts, but I

frowned. "What really

as if speaking took a great

the authority to enter the villa. But that day, Mary asked me to deliver something to a room. When I went

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.

desperation. "Aveline, please save me. I really don't

serious. "Bobby,

gritted his teeth and said, "If I'm lying, I'll

back. Bobby was never the type to steal. She had spent a lot of time with him during their three