Chapter 457


    Chapter 457


    “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 ofposure on his face, and


    sneered.


    “Oh, really?” She looked at the man who wasing from the other side with his back to the light. He


    was quick, almostpletely losing the usual calmposure, but also seemed to bepletely


    wee in her eyes. “But you’re toote.” Meanwhile, Mr. Riddle Sr. looked at Mr. Rogers Sr. They


    were ttered at first when they were invited to the Rogers Mansion, but when he excused himself for


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    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 tly.


    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 re 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.