Chapter 727


    Chapter 727 Meeting Shawn


    In Ezekiel''s eyes, impatience was evident. I recalled the words he reminded me ofst night, and I was


    well aware that his patience was limited. I needed apelling reason to stop him in his tracks.


    Suddenly, I remembered what he had said. ''You said your name is Ree.''


    Ezekiel had a destructive personality.


    Yesterday, he hurt the person I chose.


    So, I thought I could try provocating him.


    In front of Andrew, I boldly made up a story. "I want to take a day off. My family has arranged a blind


    date for me, and I want to meet the potential suitor! Mr. Hastings, I''ll be back home tonight."


    Ezekiel repeated, "A blind date?"


    I couldn''t let him see through my lie.


    I had to remainpletely calm.


    "Yes, and I want to meet him."


    Ezekiel made a quick decision. "Not today. Come with me for an outing now, and when we have the


    time, you can go on your blind date."


    Suppressing my overwhelming joy, I said, "Yes, Mr. Hastings. When I reach hometer, I''ll arrange


    another time to meet him."


    Upon hearing this, Ezekiel turned and walked away, and I followed closely behind. From a ce where


    Ezekiel couldn''t see, Andrew gave me a thumbs-up. I smiled back and mouthed, "Piece of cake."


    Andrew sat in the passenger seat, while Ezekiel and I sat in the back. Throughout the journey, Ezekiel


    remained silent. Considering his reminder fromst night and Edward''s words, I dared not provoke him.


    Thus, I could only sit quietly in the back for the entire three-hour drive. Finally, the car stopped at a


    ce that looked like a warehouse. Stepping out first, I stood beside the car and waited. Ezekiel


    followed suit, kicking a nearby stone as he asked, "Is this the ce?"


    He was asking Andrew.


    "Yes, he has been kept here all this time. We''ve reinforced the security to prevent any escape attempts.


    We''ve also blocked allmunication devices inside. His men can never find this ce."


    I knew Andrew was referring to Shawn.


    I knew Andrew was referring to Shawn.


    Allmunication devices were blocked.


    No wonder Waylen couldn''t locate Shawn''s whereabouts.


    At that moment, I was extremely worried about Shawn.


    I hoped he wasn''t injured.


    "Let''s go in and have a look."


    Ezekiel rubbed his bangs on his forehead, appearing somewhat tired. Had he not rested wellst


    night?


    I didn''t dare to ask and only followed him quietly.


    As for Andrew, he walked by my side.


    Although the warehouse looked rundown on the outside, it was surprisingly neat inside. There was


    even an elevator specially installed. I followed Ezekiel into it, and Andrew pressed the button for the


    second basement floor.


    Ezekiel stood in front of us, as he had done since our first meeting. His broad and aloof back exuded a


    sense of loneliness, which made me feel uneasy. It was as if he was destined to endure torment in this


    world.


    The elevator stopped, and as the doors opened, Ezekiel stepped out first. I followed suit, apanied


    by Andrew. I saw many people guarding the long corridor. Obediently, I followed behind them. About


    ten meters ahead, there was a massive iron door.


    As Ezekiel approached, someone pushed it open.


    Ezekiel entered first, and I followed in with Andrew. The first thing I saw was an iron stool in the middle


    of the room, bounded by iron chains. Looking along the chains, I could see a man facing away from us,


    his gaze fixed on the skylight above.


    His back was exceptionally broad, a curvature that I was familiar with. Even though he was imprisoned,


    his aura didn''t seem oppressed by his dire circumstances. Instead, he exuded a transcendent


    demeanor.


    I knaw Andraw was rafarring to Shawn.


    Allmunication davicas wara blockad.


    No wondar Wan couldn''t locata Shawn''s wharaabouts.


    At that momant, I was axtramaly worriad about Shawn.


    I hopad ha wasn''t injurad.


    "Lat''s go in and hava a look."


    Ezakial rubbad his bangs on his forahaad, appaaring somawhat tirad. Had ha not rastad wallst


    night?


    I didn''t dara to ask and only followad him quiatly.


    As for Andraw, ha walkad by my sida.


    Although tha warahousa lookad rundown on tha outsida, it was surprisingly naat insida. Thara was


    avan an vator spacially instad. I followad Ezakial into it, and Andraw prassad tha button for tha


    sacond basamant floor.


    Ezakial stood in front of us, as ha had dona sinca our first maating. His broad and aloof back axudad a


    sansa of lonalinass, which mada ma faal unaasy. It was as if ha was dastinad to andura tormant in this


    world.


    Tha vator stoppad, and as tha doors opanad, Ezakial stappad out first. I followad suit, apaniad


    by Andraw. I saw many pao guarding tha long corridor. Obadiantly, I followad bahind tham. About


    tan matars ahaad, thara was a massiva iron door.


    As Ezakial approachad, somaona pushad it opan.


    Ezakial antarad first, and I followad in with Andraw. Tha first thing I saw was an iron stool in tha mid


    of tha room, boundad by iron chains. Looking along tha chains, I could saa a man facing away from us,


    his gaza fixad on tha skylight abova.


    His back was axcaptionally broad, a curvatura that I was familiar with. Evan though ha was imprisonad,


    his aura didn''t saam opprassad by his dira circumstancas. Instaad, ha axudad a transcandant


    damaanor.


    Seeing that he was safe, I felt relieved.


    Ezekiel didn''t speak. He walked over and sat on the iron stool as if he wasn''t afraid that the man who


    was imprisoned woulde and kidnap him. Instead, he closed his eyes and waited for the man to


    speak.


    But Shawn was also aposed man.


    I wanted to see Shawn''s face.


    I wanted to see if he was injured.


    I only took one step forward, and Ezekiel heard me. He opened his eyes and looked at me, calmly


    asking, "Do you dislike this ce?"


    I replied warmly, "Not at all, Mr. Hastings."


    "Not at all" was a phrase Shawn used frequently.


    Hearing my familiar voice, Shawn quickly turned his body. There were shallow scars on his cheek, and


    his tie was loosely draped around his neck. The top buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing


    his chest, with splotches of blood scattered across the shirt.


    Shawn had suffered a lot during this time.


    My heart ached at the sight of him.


    I wished I could step forward and embrace him to feel the warmth in his arms.


    Disbelief flickered across his face as he saw me, but in just an instant, Shawn regained hisposed


    look and asked Ezekiel, "Mike, who is she?"


    Shawn had quickly deduced that Ezekiel didn''t know my true identity when he heard me calling him


    "Mr. Hastings." He wanted to know my current rtionship with Ezekiel, why I was there, and whether


    Ezekiel posed any threat to me. Unable to ask me directly, he resorted to testing Ezekiel.


    In such a short time, he could interpret the situation so well.


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    Shawn had always been a smart man.


    Ezekiel stared at me with clear eyes, seemingly thinking about something. After a while, he asked, "Are


    you interested in her?"