She spoke in English.


    Vivian frowned slightly, “Shrek?”


    “Understand? I thought you didn’t understand.”


    When the woman came in, Vivian got up and greeted her in Mandarin, so she assumed Vivian didn’t understand English.


    “Come with me.”


    The woman dropped a cold sentence, turned around and walked out.


    Vivian didn’t hesitate and followed directly.


    Walking out of the side hall, she walked all the way towards the back.


    Vivian followed the woman in front of her quietly, asionally hearing the people on patrol passing by greeting the woman in front, “Missy.”


    Miss?


    Vivian wondered if she was the daughter of one of the important people in the Mafia.


    How was she going to get Morris out of hereter if a Missy was so powerful?


    Vivian, who had been so confident a moment ago, lost her confidence.


    It was a five-minute walk from the front to the back.


    The woman was walking fast, but Vivian could keep up.


    She came around to an attic and walked in, the stairs running downwards.


    Vivian’s steps were halting, a little hesitant.


    The woman in front of her could not hear the footsteps behind her and turned around to find Vivian standing still.


    She snorted lightly, “Don’t you want to see Morris? How are you going to meet him if you don’te over?”


    Vivian really wasn’t sure if there was a trap waiting for her down there.


    But now Morris was in this woman’s hands, and even Trent was helpless, and she had asked for her by name, so it was very likely that she wasing for her.


    Even if she didn’t go along, there was no other option.


    Inwardly, she struggled, but finally followed.This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    The spiral staircase, which leads downwards, is lit by lights in the basement, so it is not dark, but rather bright as day.


    From the ground floor, it goes around to the negative first floor.


    The ground floor is the wine cer, and as one enters, one smells a strong scent of wine.


    The first floor, however, was heavily guarded, with cages visible at a nce.


    Vivian felt a sense of unease inside.


    Could Morris be under house arrest in a cage?


    she thought.


    The next moment, she heard the woman in front of her call out, “Shrek?”


    Vivian tilted her head and nced ahead, only to find that the back of the man standing in front of her looked familiar.


    As she approached, the man turned around.


    When Vivian saw the man, her heart thumped with fear.


    “… Issac?”


    Vivian took a step and looked at Issac with unmistakable shock.


    Issac was wearing the same army green vest, camouge trousers, and Martin boots.


    But instead of his initial short hair, he had long hair, a short ponytail at the back of his head, a few shades darkerplexion, and a clear, prominent scar on his face.


    Vivian remembered the scar, which she had given him.


    After six months, Issac’s tendons were visible and he had gained a lot of weight.


    No, to be more precise, he was much more toned.


    In the past, Issac’s skin was not as fair as his white face, but it was still very white.


    He was a different person from his old self.


    The woman with the dirty braid walks up to Issac, wraps her arms around his neck and drops a kiss on his cheek, “Is this the woman you’ve been thinking about, darling? She’s so pretty. It seems that all you Chinese men like such weak women.”


    Issac nced coldly at the woman with the dirty braids, his eyes sharp, his eyes hiding a knife.


    Sensing Issac’s displeasure, the woman with the dirty braids shrugged, “I’m just kidding.”


    She let go of her arm around Issac and stepped aside.


    Only then did Issac step up to Vivian, hands in the pockets of his loose camouge trousers, “Long time no see.”


    When Issac hadn’t spoken earlier, Vivian hadn’t noticed anything.


    Only now did he realise that Issac’s voice had changed, and he spoke with the rasp of a ck crow.


    The cold appearance, the chilling look in his eyes, his first instinct, made Vivian feel that Issac was like a wolf that hadn’t been trained to speak, that he was always on the attack.


    To be honest, Vivian was a little scared of Issac.


    Issac had been better than her before, and now Issac’s tendons said it all.


    Enough to make it clear to her that in the past six months or so, Issac had undergone a marked transformation and was overpowering.


    “You, how did you get here?”


    At first, Issac had taken her to the hospital, and what had happened after that, Vivian didn’t know.


    But she had asked Morris what Issac had done with it.


    Morris only said that he had been sent abroad and would never return.


    After that, Vivian didn’t ask any further questions.


    She just didn’t expect to see him again after half a year, in Country C.


    The corner of Issac’s lips curled slightly on one side, “Or what, still in Africa, being abused?”


    “Africa?”


    Vivian couldn’t keep up with Issac’s thoughts.


    What Africa?


    What humiliation?


    “What, you’ve learned to put on airs even after six months or so of not seeing you?” Issac lifted a hand to ruffle his ck hair, and in his words and actions, he gave off a wildly handsome look.


    It was the kind of wildness that one couldn’t manage, a bone-crushing impetuosity that one couldn’t help but love.


    The scar on his face not only did not detract from his face, but added a little more wildness andposure.


    Vivian shook her head, “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. … Forget it.”


    She realized that there was already a gulf between her and Issac that could not be crossed, and there was no point in talking about it, so she asked directly, “Where is Morris?”


    She finally understood why Morris had been kidnapped and the other party had to see her.


    It turned out that the person who had kidnapped Morris was Issac.


    “And really in love, with only Morris on your mind?”


    Issac’s face was cold again, his dark pupils filled with coldness, just one look made people feel like they were in a pr cier, cold to the bone and shivering.


    Vivian pursed her lips and sighed, “Issac, what’s done is done. I think, since you have a new life of your own, you should live your life well, it’s better for everyone.”


    “Good?”


    Issac threw back his head andughed as if he had heard some funny joke, “Hahahaha, good? That’s good.”


    Heughed and then, abruptly, his smile stopped.


    Vivian’s jaw dropped at how quickly his emotions had been restrained.


    Issac stepped forward, grabbed Vivian by the cor and brought him forward, “Yeon was killed alive by Morris, so tell me, how can I live my life? What? You tell me!”


    “Yeon is dead … dead?”


    The news hit Vivian’s brain and she was in some disbelief.


    She didn’t know anything about any of this.