“What’s on your mind?”


    Fraser asked coldly, looking at her.


    Vivian snapped back to attention, “Oh, nothing. I was just wondering who was so bold as to trespass on Princess Antina’s turf, what a bore.”


    Who was it?


    The crowd’s hearts were in the right ce.


    Vivian was sure that by taking her to the attic that moment, Issac was side-stepping her, telling her that her little secret was out, and side-stepping her, reminding her that anyone who broke into the castle would be found out.


    So the message she had sent out yesterday had been picked up by Trent and he hade in immediately to save the day.


    But that voice just now was not Morris, nor was it Trent .


    Who was … then?


    “Who else could it be, Morris’ close friend, Ethan, of course.”


    Issac snapped back.


    Vivian suddenly realised that the voice sounded familiar to her, but it was Trent’s brother Ethan.


    Trent had arranged for his brother Ethan to rescue Morris, and then … had fallen into the trap.


    “Oh, yeah?”


    Vivian’s heartstrings tightened and she forced a smile, “So stupid that you couldn’t even save Morris, but what a waste.”


    “Yeah, I thought it was pretty crap too. But waste is waste, and to make mydy happy, that’s what he’s worth.”


    Antina said as she weighed the mahjong in front of her, “Let’s see, which tile to y, this one, Dongfeng, I think.”


    “The little princess is getting better at mahjong.” Fraser smiled.


    An affable smile, like the brother next door.


    But his eyes were always on Antina or Issac, and he rarely looked at Vivian.


    Not surprisingly, Antina won this round.


    “Hahahaha, good luck.”This is property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    Antinaughed and hooked her finger towards the bodyguard.


    The bouncer came over holding the raffle box, she casually touched a ball and tossed it directly to another bouncer.


    The bodyguard opened the ball and took a look, “Missy, it’s 11.”


    With that, the bodyguard took the walkie-talkie and said to the other end, “11.”


    The mahjong machine was shuffling and the basement seemed extraordinarily noisy, and amidst the cacophony, the mournful screams were extraordinarily clear to the ears and doubly ominous.


    “Wow, that was fun.” Antina pped her hands in delight.


    A cold and ruthless woman, who was now acting as innocent as a white rabbit, showed Vivian the two sides of Antina’s personality.


    The fact that she didn’t bat an eyelid when she was so vicious made Vivian’s heart flutter.


    “Kai, open the curtain. Otherwise it’s no fun to see a good show.” Antina instructed the bodyguard with the walkie-talkie.


    Kai passed the message over the inte and then the curtain of the interrogation room was pulled open and Vivian could clearly see Ethan tied up, suffering a severe beating and dripping with blood.


    The mahjong continues.


    Vivian didn’t even bother to y mahjong because a few games in, whoever drew the ball, was a new kind of punishment.


    To put it bluntly, it was a way for her toe over and watch Ethan being tortured.


    “Vivian, are you tired of ying. Let’s y another way then. Just Truth or Dare.” Antina reached up and nodded her head, thought about it, and said, “Whoever wins, asks the questions, and if that person can tell the truth, they’ll be spared, and if they don’t, they’ll be punished. What do you think of this idea?”


    “As long as the little princess is happy.” Fraser said.


    Issac reached up and hooked Antina’s chin and kissed her on the lips, “As you wish.”


    A smile spread across Antina’s face, “Vivian, what do you think?”


    Vivian: “…”


    I don’t feel good.


    But do I have a say?


    “Whatever the guest says.” She said only four words.


    Another game of mahjong, with Issac and Fraser working in tandem, and no surprise, Antina wins again.


    She took the walkie-talkie from her bodyguard and pressed the inte button, “Isn’t he Morris’s crony? Ask him how Morris and Vivian broke up.”


    As she spoke, Antina’s eyes fell on Vivian, her big European eyes showing a touch of cunning.


    Vivian then realised that those were just the ‘appetizers’ and now this was the ‘main meal’.


    On the inte, the person inside repeats Antina’s words, questioning Ethan.


    Ethan said feebly, “… don’t know.”


    Three words that seemed to drain all his strength.


    “Don’t know or don’t want to say? There is a limit to my Antina’s patience.” Antina spoke into the inte, barely taking her eyes off Vivian.


    Vivian’s eyes bypassed Antina and looked at the scene in the interrogation room.


    Witnessing Ethan being punished, all sorts of torture, like the Ten Great Qing Tortures, given to him.


    She felt a chill run down her back, and the pain was excruciating.