The Returning Ex

William naturally agreed, and John felt relieved.

He drove with Sophia sitting next to him, while Fabian drove his own car. Both cars sped toward the warehouse.

The man had been locked up the whole day and looked rather miserable now. When John and the others arrived, the man was so beaten up that his face was disfigured, swollen and bloodied.

However, there were no major injuries; all of it was just superficial wounds.

Sophia followed John into the warehouse and saw the man sitting in the corner, still in his motorcycle suit.

Waving his hand, John had his subordinates go over to pick up the man and place him on a nearby chair.

The man hung his head without speaking or looking at them.

Sophia didn’t dare to approach him like this. So, she said to the subordinates standing at the side, “Tie him up. How can I go forward if he isn’t tied up?”

hurriedly tying the man to the

man’s hair and lifted his head so that he looked up. However, the face was so distorted that

couldn’t recognize him as his features were all bruised and swollen. It

it’s no longer necessary.” As she stared at the man, she went on, “So, tell me. Who instructed you to hit me with that

her and

With that, she turned to look at John. “Hey, don’t you have any instruments of torture or something like

his subordinates push a big cart over. It was filled with triangular forks, daggers, needles, hammers and the like. Sophia couldn’t name most of them, but after she took a look, she found a dagger that was easy to handle. Pulling it out, she stared at the

took a look at the man, then she pulled at his clothes and cut his sleeves open. This man appeared quite skillful with his muscular

won’t you consider telling me? Otherwise, don’t blame me

man snorted again and didn’t take her seriously. Hence, Sophia did not hesitate either and plunge the dagger down

a little surprised at Sophia after being stabbed; even John and Fabian were stunned

have thought that with a swift strike, she could make such a deep cut on the

backed away, mainly because she was afraid that the blood would get on