Issac stood beside Vivian, listening to her words, and Issac’s body stiffened violently, his brow furrowing slightly.


    In his mind, memories came flooding back.


    A scene from six months ago came back to him as if it were yesterday.


    Issac couldn’t forget the image of Yeon being abused by Morris, and couldn’t bear the thought of her and Yeon being sent to Africa, where they were prisoners and forced to receive “guests”.


    Born and raised in the hands of the family, Yeon is the apple of their eye, but over there, Yeon has no say in the matter, and is a fish on a chopping block.


    Forced to “pick up” a client, Yeon tried to escape and had her leg broken for the first time.


    She was not able to recover from her injuries, and she was subjected to the unrestrained demands and abuse of the men every day.


    Yeon finally couldn’t take it anymore and chose tomit suicide.


    This time, Yeon angered the men so much that she was shackled to her limbs and only untied when she ate or went to the toilet.


    That didn’tst long and Yeon wentpletely mad.


    After her madness, she was freed and released.


    Later, Issac escaped from that dark ce only to learn that Yeon had been taken captive and abused to death.


    After escaping, Issac searched for Yeon’s body by all means, only to find a skeleton.


    “Mind your own business.”


    Issac took a cigarette out of the box, lit it and took a hard drag, pinching the butt with both fingers, his fingertips trembling slightly.


    That memory was one that he didn’t want to touch.


    Even if he finally set fire to that hellish ce and watched those who had fought against him struggle in the fire and eventually die, it would not remove the hatred from his heart.


    He turned around, walked to a side chair and sat down.


    Immediately, a bodyguard stepped forward and poured him a cup of coffee and ced it on the table.


    Issac just sipped the coffee in silence and then asked, “What can I get you?”


    Vivian, who had been watching Morris, drifted back, “I … have tea, never mind, I guess not. Have atte.”


    She walked over to Issac and sat beside him.


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    Issac took a sip of his coffee, slowly put down his European white porcin carved cup and gestured towards someone else.


    The man standing in the doorway nodded, opened the door and stepped inside.


    Only then did Vivian realise that the door was a coded door.


    It was really heavily guarded.


    A gut feeling told Vivian that Issac had no intention of letting Morris walk out alive after treating him like this.


    What was she going to do if he really wanted to kill Morris?


    “Wondering how to save him?”


    Issac askedzily.


    Vivian didn’t expect Issac to be so blunt in his question.


    She smiled bitterly, “Yeah. I was wondering how I was going to escape if you killed him first and then tried to kill me since you’re so heavily guarded here and everyone is a fighter.”


    Half-true words.


    It was clear what was in each other’s minds.


    “Morris’s feelings for you, your feelings for him, were clear for all to see. What was the purpose of your break-up?” Issac had known Morris for many years.


    A clean-cut man who had kept his distance from other women until he met Vivian.


    He had even witnessed Morris repeatedly risking his life to save Vivian’s life.


    That kind of feeling must be love to the bone, otherwise how could he be so crazy.


    A bodyguard brought over the coffee and ced it in front of Vivian.


    She gave the man a small bow as a gesture of thanks.


    As she lifted her coffee, her eyes met Issac’s.


    Her eyebrows raised imperceptibly.


    See, it’s true that those who are in charge are the ones who are watching.


    Everyone else could tell that Morris had broken up with her and she had believed it before.


    “I’d like to know too.”


    Vivian blew on the steaming coffee, took a careful sip and set it down with a jerk, “Whew, that’s hot.”


    Shunningly, she pulled a tissue from the table and wiped her mouth.


    Then with a sigh, she said, “Might as well take this opportunity, you ask for me?”


    She said, her eyelids drooping slightly, her eyes gazing at the coffee in her hands with apprehension.


    The coffee, could it have been poisoned?


    “Heh.”


    Issac suddenly smiled, lifting his hand, picking up Vivian’s coffee and taking a sip before lifting the white porcin cup slightly, “Hmm? Is it poisonous?”


    With that, Issac ced the coffee cup back in front of Vivian, slightly disappointed, “You’ve never had any trust in me, ever.”


    What coffee burns your mouth?


    He had just drunk a little coffee and spat it all out on the paper towel he had used to wipe his mouth.


    A little embarrassment appeared on Vivian’s face when Issac discovered her little thought.


    She pursed her lips and breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression became a little more serious, “In the beginning, I was the one who trusted you too much.”


    Vivian’s words made Issac’s expression suddenly dim.


    Yes, he had been wrong.


    Wrong to have thought ill of her.


    Wrong in, meeting her after Morris.


    “I’m a jackal, right to distrust me.”


    Issacughed indulgently, “Ever seen an ind action movie?”


    Suddenly, he changed the subject and asked with a wicked grin at Vivian.


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    In that instant, Vivian’s hand on her knee, resting restlessly, tightened violently, her face followed by a few moments of white, and then she forced a smile by pretending to be rxed.


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    “You, you, what do you want to do?” She stammered.


    “From what I hear, it seems he broke up with you because he likes Jerome, oh, Lisa who is now a woman, and since he likes men so much, I might as well make him happy.”


    Issac’s words were addressed to Vivian, but he kept his eyes fixed on the room directly in front of him, more than ten metres away, and the image that came to his mind was of him and Yeon being abused by Morris’s men.


    In his eyes, a hatred so deep it could not be dissolved.


    A horrific murderous intent haunted Issac, and even if she could only see the side of his face, Vivian could feel the intensity of the murderous aura that sent chills down her spine.


    Vivian’s hands were clenched and her brow was furrowed.


    Her mind raced, and when Issac opened his mouth to give amand to one of his subordinates, Vivian immediately stopped him, “Issac, this … isn’t good, is it? You could have tortured him in a different way …”


    Bang-!


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    Before Vivian could finish his sentence, Issac stood up abruptly and overturned the table in front of him, the cups fell to the ground with a crash and broke into pieces.


    No sooner had the sound stopped than Issac lifted his foot and kicked Vivian’s chair hard.


    The speed of his kick and the quickness of his change of attitude, all in an instant, caught Vivian off guard and she fell to the ground, hitting her head on the floor with a thud, causing her mind to go nk.


    Vivian subconsciously reached up and covered her head, and secretly drew a breath.