Chapter 682
The two bodyguards immediately stopped the moment they heard him shout.
Thomas covered his abdomen with his hands and continued to curl up on the ground in pain.
Sylvia wanted to help him up but was pulled back into the arms of the man who was behind her.
She crashed into his chest and found that her waist was constricted by his long arms. She was then
lifted up over his shoulder, just like a sack of potatoes.
His large steps and hastened pace allowed him to leave the house in a blink of an eye.
In the dark night, his expression remained grim, making him look like a grim reaper that was claiming a
life.
Sylvia shrunk back in fear and did not dare to move.
She saw the bodyguards leave the living room, so she had to assume Thomas was safe for now.
Within a short time, he carried her out of the shade and arrived at an open space.
His black sports car had been parked there.
Sylvia was shoved into the car, knocking her head on the car with a thud in the process.
She groaned in pain which caused the man’s hands to freeze.
Then, one second later, he pressed her head down with his strong hand before pushing her into the
passenger’s seat. Before he could say a word, Sylvia automatically fastened the seat belt and sat down
obediently.
Her mind began to replay the memories of him ravaging her body in all kinds of ways, which made her
legs tremble.
The confined space began to feel cold and depressing. Sylvia’s hands gripped the seat belt in front of
her tightly. Just when she thought the car would sprint away, she realized that the car had remained
still. The man in the driver’s seat pulled out a box of cigarettes and started to smoke.
White clouds of smoke filled the air of the interior.
Sylvia was not used to the smell of tobacco, so the pungent smell got to her nose and caused her to
choke.
Odell shot a deep gaze at her. Sylvia immediately covered her nose and stared at him feebly, as
though she was saying she did not cough on purpose. Odell had a quick glance before he wound the
windows down on both sides of the seats. He tossed the cigarette out of the window and asked, “Who
told you I was imprisoning him
and torturing him?” Sylvia failed to understand why he was asking her this. It was obvious, why would
she need someone else to tell her? “I saw it with my own eyes,” she said.
He narrowed his eyes and looked at her. “Where?” “Here.” “You saw me imprison him?” “Those
bodyguards that beat him up… Didn’t you arrange for them to be there?” Sylvia questioned him. Odell
was silenced.
He had indeed arranged for them to be there but he had never told them to imprison Thomas. Sylvia
continued, “The butler and the chef of the house are gone. You must have fired them too, right” “Who
told you that their absence is because I fired them?” “If it wasn’t you, then why have they gone away?”
Sylvia questioned him again but with slight annoyance.
Odell pursed his lips, with a gloomy look on his face. Sylvia assumed Odell’s silence was due to him
refusing to acknowledge what he had done to Thomas. She added, “I saw a takeout box on the table.
You had those bodyguards bring it to Thomas, right?”
Odell stared at her in silence.
Annoyed, Sylvia looked at him and said, “The food in that box was rotten. Not even a stray dog would
eat that kind of food.”
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