“Umm … ah!”


    Aidan Sabastian wailed in pain, but with tape on her mouth, she couldn’t make a particrly loud sound at all.


    On the contrary, she was wearing a light white dress today, a whip down, was beaten skin and flesh, blood also soaked the clothes, very obvious blood spilled out.


    Cindere Sabastian, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up sharply and said with great anxiety: “Morris, are you crazy? I really don’t know where Vivian is, Aidan is innocent, let him go.”


    I listened to her words as if I were listening to nonsense.


    Morris raised his eyes to Ashbur, only a gesture of the eyes, Ashbur held the whip, another whip hard on Aidan Sabastian’s voice.


    “Well …”


    Aidan Sabastian shouted out no sound, but he was in pain, his forehead bruises, pupils wide, face red, enough to see his pain to.


    “Uhhhhhhh …”


    Aidan Sabastian struggled and squealed in pain, but all his voices were buried by the tape.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.


    Insults followed, but no one could hear what he was saying.


    Morris’s lips pulled out a curve, “Aidan Sabastian, I’m sorry. In the old days, there was a father’s debt to the son to pay, now there is a grandfather’s debt to the grandson. You have resentment and hatred, do not me me.”


    After he finished, Ashbur threw another whip at Aidan Sabastian’s body.


    Cindere Sabastian on the other end of the phone immediately shouted, “Someone, go immediately and find out where Aidan Sabastian is.”


    She spoke in cryptguage that Morris could understand, but didn’t care.


    Morris ced the phone on the table and the camera was pointed precisely at the beaten Aidan Sabastian’s body.


    In a short time, his body was crisscrossed with more than a dozen whip marks, and his clothes had long since been smashed, revealing bright red stinging wounds that were horrifying to look at.


    “Tear the tape off his body.” Morris instructed Ashbur.


    Ashbur then walked over to Aidan Sabastian and ripped the tape off his face.


    Aidan Sabastian, who was holding himself together and not fainting, had blood spilling out of his mouth, and he was drooping on his knees, helpless, and his hands were bleeding from the rope.


    “Morris, you son of a bitch, you have the guts to let me go. I … I’ll fight you one on one!”


    Aidan Sabastian made thest strength to curse Morris, spoke, blood spilled out from the corners of the mouth, very miserable.


    “Even in a single fight, you are not my opponent.” Morris sounded very contemptuous.


    Then, he said to Cindere Sabastian on the other end of the phone, “In two hours, if I don’t see Vivian, you let Donald Sabastian wait to collect the corpse of his grandson.”


    With a cold sentence, Morris hung up the phone.


    Standing up from the chair, looking at the miserable and wretched Aidan Sabastian, he waved his hand, “Take him to the beach.”


    “Yes, boss.”


    Ashbur led the order and instructed several men to drag Aidan Sabastian away.


    From the moment Aidan Sabastian had been kidnapped, he hadn’t been expecting Morris toe down hard on him.


    He thought that he had been with Vivian and Morris for at least a month, and that he would not hurt him for good reason.


    Now it seems that he was naive.


    Aidan Sabastian tried to resist, tried to struggle, but his body was split open,ying on the ground without moving was painful, the pain was unbearable, how could he have the strength to resist?


    Seeing that he was like a puddle of mud, Ashbur kicked him, “Aidan Sabastian, I advise you to exin honestly where our wife was tied up, or don’t me our boss to kill you.”


    Aidan Sabastian gave Ashbur a limp and weak look, “I, I don’t know.”


    He really didn’t know Vivian was missing, much less believe that Vivian’s disappearance had anything to do with Donald Sabastian!