“Let go of Lyana.” Shawn looked at Nicole and said coldly, “I lost this round. You let her go, I promise not
to harm you, and you can just leave.”
Nicole looked at the eagerness in his eyes, in contrast to the pretense of composure on his face, and
sneered.
“Oh, really?” She looked at the man who was coming from the other side with his back to the light. He
was quick, almost completely losing the usual calm composure, but also seemed to be completely
welcome in her eyes. “But you’re too late.” Meanwhile, Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Mr. Rogers Sr. They were
flattered at first when they were invited to the Rogers Mansion, but when he excused himself for the third
time and was refused, everyone realized that something was wrong.
“Are we invited to be guests here? This is obviously a trap!’
Mr. Riddle Sr.’s face changed subtly, and he said again, “I think we have been bothering you for long
enough and need to make a move, Christo.”
He got up and wanted to leave, but Mr. Rogers Sr. did not look at him but took a sip of tea. “Sit back
down, Benjamin,” Mr. Rogers Sr. said flatly.
Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at him with a somewhat grave face. “What do you mean by that?” Daniel and Gloria
looked to Mr. Rogers Sr.; they might not know what was going on, but it was clear that something was
not quite normal. Damien and Miley were sitting alongside. Miley was unaware of what was happening.
Instead, she was delighted to be invited to the Rogers Mansion again and echoed Mr. Rogers Sr.’s
words.
“Yeah, Dad. Why don’t you stay a little longer?” Damien shot a glare at his wife. He felt unease at seeing
Mr. Rogers Sr.’s half-smile. At first, he was still thinking of getting in good with Mr. Rogers Sr., but now
that thought had vanished. He was now sitting there fidgeting with fear in his eyes.
‘What’s happening exactly? Did we offend Mr. Rogers Sr. or something? Why does he want us to be
subject to this torment in silence?’
Dexter looked on and took a deep breath, then looked at Emma, who sat quietly beside him. Emma
returned a reassuring look.
“Don’t worry. Fortunately, the kids are still at school, and nothing has happened,” she said. Dexter sighed
softly upon hearing what Emma said. ‘Yeah, that’s the only thing to be thankful for.’
Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Mr. Rogers Sr., got up, and walked toward the door, not heeding Mr.
Rogers Sr.’s warning. But soon, he found himself surrounded by bodyguards. Mr. Rogers Sr. then blew
away the floating tea leaves in the teacup and slowly said, “Sit down, Benjamin. I’m not going to say it for
the third time.”
God knows how many times he was more anxious than Mr. Riddle Sr. He still heard no news from his
youngest son and the progress they were making.
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