Chapter 1512
K tapped his fingers in the air, a subtle gesture aimed at the person beside him.
"Where''s Quentin?"
"His stepdad pulled him away. The whole Forbidden Ind is in chaos, and that man is furious.
Whatever punishment Mr. Ger has in store for him, it''s probably going to be..."
That man was ruthless, and he wouldn''t let Quentin off the hook.
Quentin had lent a hand to Ian and Maja, and now the ind was in disarray.
K''s lips tightened slightly. "Find out what''s happening with Quentin."
"Right away."
Quentin needed to be stopped from causing further chaos. Otherwise, Ian and Maja might actually
make a break for it.
K was no longer sure of their exact whereabouts. He had people searching for Patric''s location, but
Patric wasn''t with Maja.
He had promised to bring Maja to Patric.
But with Quentin meddling, and the influence of others creeping in, K was feeling the strain.
Unless that man got in touch with him.
As if on cue, his phone rang.
A deep voice came through from the other end.
"Quentin told Ian about the tunnel''s location. The exit is about fifty meters above sea level; it''s a spot
prone to idents."
K raised an eyebrow, a crooked smile forming.
The man on the line was Quentin''s stepfather, and it seemed he had caught on to Quentin''s antics.
Now that the lifesaving tunnel''s secret was out, what other secrets did Forbidden Ind hold?
"How''s Quentin?"
"Paying the price."
As for what that punishment was, no one really knew.
The man, in his fifties, hung up after listening to a servant''s report.
"Mr. Ger has passed out. Do we continue?"
If they went through with it all, Quentin could die.
"Continue."
The man''s voice was devoid of mercy, his eyes cold.
"He chose this path."
The servant bowed their head, saying no more.
The man entered a nearby surveince room and activated the cameras hidden throughout Forbidden
Ind.
This privatework of cameras, known only to him, recorded every move of a woman trapped within.
If Ian were here, he''d recognize her.
It was Cynthia.
The walls of Cynthia''s subterranean cell were lined with over a thousand cameras.
Apart from a semnce of privacy in the restroom, she was constantly under watch.
The man''s fingers caressed the screen, his eyes frosty.
Those youngsters daring to break in here deserved to be punished.
His lips curled into a cold sneer, and he reached for the inte.
"Cynthia."
His voice, identical to the one in the underground cell, confirmed he was the one keeping Cynthia
captive.
Cynthia herself sat quietly on the bed, blind and deaf to her surroundings.
But she could hear his voice, precisely the sound projected through the microphone.
Embedded deep within her body was a special device.
The woman, who showed no reaction to Ian and Maja''s presence, now looked up, her head turning in
all directions.
Knowing better than to respond, shey back down, her expression inscrutable.
"Cynthia, time for dinner."
She didn''t respond, just leaned against the wall.
Soon, someone came to deliver her meal.
Cynthia had resisted at first, had begged, but after all these years, she was still in this hopeless ce.
It was futile. This was her life now.
She would never see, never see her daughter again.
After so much time in istion, without conversation, she had nearly forgotten how to formplex
sentences.
Now she could only utter the simplest phrases, as if hernguage skills had regressed.
She was aware of recent visitors to the basement, but after countless attempts, countless hopes of
escape met with despair, she had learned her lesson.
After each failed attempt, the man would remind her of how many times she had tried to run.
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