Phu Yen Lee and his wife, who were looking for Yoona all over the city, received a call from the police and went straight to the police station.


    In the car, Phu Yen Lee and Yorlien fell into silence, each with a heavy heart.


    “This is Morris’s handiwork.”


    Yorlien propped his elbows on the car window, resting his head, and sighed, “Yoona is stupid, but she wouldn’t do such a stupid thing in the middle of the storm.”


    “She’s stupid because she shouldn’t offend Morris.”


    Phu Yen Lee was also helpless.


    They both knew that even if they knew that Morris had set up Yoona, they could only ignore it.


    Because, Morris did it all for Vivian, who is also their future young master.


    The only choice was to abandon the car and save the marshal.


    Not long after, the two arrived at the police station.


    In the detention room, the couple met Yoona.


    The disheveled Yoona was squatting in the corner, hands around her knees, head buried, not knowing what she was thinking.


    Such a scene stung Yorlien’s heart.


    With her eyes red, she immediately walked into the detention room, stood in front of Yoona and shouted, “Yoona?”


    A shout, so soft that Yoona didn’t move as if she didn’t hear it.


    “Yoona, mom … mom is here.”


    Yorlien said again.


    The motionless Yoona finally looked up slowly, the small face full of sadness is full of helplessness and despair.


    She raised her eyes, her bright eyes dulled in the past, only to look at Yorlien coldly, got up and walked towards the detention room, then walked around Phu Yen Lee and the police officers beside him, like a walking corpse.


    After Yoona was brought to the police station, she gradually came to her senses and faced the officers’ questioning, she realized what had happened.


    She was taken to the police station and came to her senses.


    It’s for Vivian again!


    Vivian!!!


    When she came back from the police station, Phu Yen Lee and his wife tried to talk to Yoona, but she didn’t say a word.


    When she got home, she locked herself in her room and didn’te out again.


    A certain basement.


    In the narrow basement, the door is closed and it is like a dark night, silent and dark.


    Issac was tied to an iron chair, struggling to move at all, like fish on a chopping board.


    Ta-da-da-da…


    Issac heard someoneing, and then the door to the basement was pushed open, and the person standing at the door snapped on the lights.


    The light was so bright that it made Issac’s eyes close in difort.


    After a long time, he opened his eyes and saw the person standing in front of him, tilted his head and smiled coldly, “After all, you are the loser, I admit it.”


    From Issac Seeing Vivian bleeding profusely and weak to the point of fainting, he immediately asked the driver to turn around and take Vivian to the hospital.


    At that time, he already thought of the end.


    So it was no surprise to be caught.


    Snap–


    Morris took out a cigarette and lit it, held it in his lips, took a drag, and exhaled a light smoke from his thin lips.


    The lingering light smoke lined his face hazy and unclear, but only to hear him say: “You have a lot of balls!”


    “Oh … don’t say that, I’m just a loser.”


    Issac smiled to himself, as if he had bowed to fate.


    “I warned you a long time ago not to make a move on Vivian, but you always took my words for granted.” Morris stood straight, one hand in his trouser pocket, one hand holding a cigarette, flicking the butt, “But I also admire you. Made a choice between you and Vivian and saved her life. So, I won’t kill you.”


    To him, Vivian was important.


    At the critical moment, Issac knew that he would be caught if he turned back with Vivian, but he was determined to take Vivian to the hospital.


    For this reason alone, Morris has no reason to kill Issac.


    “You … won’t kill me?”


    Issac’s eyebrows knitted slightly, can’t help but be a little surprised.


    He knew that Morris was ruthless and had an axe to grind.


    The kidnapping of Vivian, which indirectly led to her near death, Morris actually wanted to spare his life?


    Issac keenly smelled an aura of danger.


    “Bring him out.”


    Morris instructed the people behind him.


    Two bodyguards stepped forward, opened the chair fixed on the floor, and carried it out of the basement.


    In the spacious underground garage, a dozen strong bodyguards were lined up, and on the floor, there was Yeon, who was tied up on her knees, with a rag stuffed in her mouth.


    “Oooooooo …”


    When Yeon saw Issac, she kept whimpering, and all the words she wanted to say turned into “whimper”, so she couldn’t hear what she was saying.


    At that moment, Issac’s heart thumped, his face instantly pale a few points, “Morris, what the fuck do you want?”


    The cold and arrogant man slightly sideways, astonishingly handsome face hooked up a curve, “nervous what, but just y with the rest of your brother and sister y.”


    The calm Issac stood up with his chair directly on his back, but when he rushed to Morris, he was held down by several bodyguards and could not move.


    One of his subordinates brought over a chair, Morris leisurely sat down, legs folded leaning on the chair, cold eyes looking straight at the scene ten meters away.


    The two bodyguards came forward and untied the ropes binding Yeon’s legs, followed by a snorting sound, her clothes instantly turned into rags and were thrown aside.


    “Ooooooooo …”


    Yeon’s pupils were wide and she kept struggling, but she was controlled by the bodyguard and could not struggle at all.


    The bodyguard moved over a chair and made her lie on it like a dog. Yeon refused and was given a few loud ps and was then forced to hold the chair down and dragged by her hair …


    Issac struggled and kept cursing, “Morris, let go of my sister? You have the guts to fight alone, what are you capable of doing to a woman?”Property ? 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.


    “Bastard, damn it, let go of my sister!”


    “Stop it, if you touch my sister again, I’ll kill you.”


    “Don’t touch her, don’t touch her!”


    …


    Issac roared hysterically, struggling, the iron chair creaking on the floor, very harsh.


    “Noisy.”


    Morris looked down and yed with his phone, raising a hand to his ear, a hint of displeasure shing across his face.


    Ethan, who was standing at the side, gave a look towards the bodyguard standing next to Issac, and the next moment, a pig-like howl could be heard.


    “Well … ah …… Morris, if you have the guts youe at me, touch my sister, what are you! ”


    Issac knee was fiercely stabbed a knife, immediately blood spilled, gurgling down his pants, not a momentter, the ground a puddle of crimson blood.


    “Oh?”


    Morris raised an eyebrow, “At you?”


    He smiled with interest, “Not bad for a good brother who dotes on his sister.”


    The original is still open-mouthed invective Morris Issac , heard this sentence, he suddenly pale as paper.