Chapter 174 What Rights Do You Have to Mention My Brother?
There were simply too many places to hide a bugging device and Luke did not give her the time to check them all.
Madeline didn’t dare to risk her sons’ lives. Hence, she could only do as he said and left the firm alone without telling anyone.
There was a silver car outside the firm.
She took a glance at its car plate number and recognised that it was Luke’s. His habit did not change at all after such a long time.
She opened the door and entered it. Before she could sit firm, the car sped off.
Looking at the person sitting beside her, she tried to contain her rage and asked, “Where’s Quincy and Joel?”
To that, Luke merely gave her a smile without answering her question and his hand struck toward her nape.
Madeline immediately blocked it with her hand.
He looked at her with a deep gaze and said, “Maddie, if you do not want your sons to be hurt anywhere or even dead, don’t resist.”
She yelled. “Luke Adams! What exactly do you want?”
He struck her nape again and replied, ‘You’ll know it soon.”
she wanted to resist his attack, but she thought of his warning earlier. Hence, she could only suppress her
turned black before her and she passed
was on the floor with her limbs all
surroundings. It appeared to be a room in the basement where there was only
was dark, save for the light from a dimly-lit table lamp at the corner of the
mouth. Hence, she tried to utter something. “Luke
light lit up and she immediately looked at the direction
from her, there was a
a huge contrast with
glass of red wine in his hand and looking at her
“Is this enough? Where’s Quincy and Joel? Luke Adams, if
and squatted down beside her. Then, he held her chin and
hear that.
“Are you serious about marrying Sebastian? Madeline, have you forgotten what you told me before? You said you would devote your entire life to taking care of your two sons and would never marry! This was what you
we’re not getting married for real. It was just
at her answer of hers. His gaze was cold as he replied, “I should have
either of them. I just didn’t feel anything for you.
want as long as you’re
treated you as my brother and my family. I do not wish to marry you; I can’t imagine marrying you and becoming
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