18 Floors Above the Apocalypse

Chapter 280

Facing his dim-witted cousin, Bentley remained impassive. "Dozens of boxes of Scotch, a collection of antiques, a million-dollar set of golf clubs, diving gear, wristwatches, cash, pistols and bullets, a five-million-dollar Samurai sword, as well as a batch of high-grade food." "Pistols and bullets?" Bran was astonished. "You're quite the rascal."

Bentley glanced at him, "You're one to talk."

Ramming other cars, starting brawls, and tax issues, if it weren't for the apocalypse, these wouldn't be issues you could solve with a stint in the slammer.

"What you lost doesn't even amount to the cost of my car." Bran was meant to find this amusing, but instead, he felt more despondent. "How the hell did you keep all this stuff at your office?"

"I had kept Lindsay trapped in the villa. She was extremely unruly, not just smashing everything in sight, but she even stabbed me a few times. She would go crazy every time she saw me."

So, for a long period of time, he lived in his office, only returning to the villa when he really wanted to see her.

Trapped? Bran was taken aback, "With your status and position, you could have any woman you want. Just a snap of your fingers and there'd be a line of women ready to orbit the earth three times. Is it necessary to resort to such measures?"

"You wouldn't understand her worth." Bentley's intense gaze revealed sadness. "I broke her legs, chained her up, all in the hopes of winning her heart. There are plenty of women in this world, but I only want her."

This wasn't his cousin, this was a criminal. Bran's worldview was challenged, "What happened next?"

"She was disobedient, so I starved her for half a month as punishment. All she had to do was apologize, but she'd rather drink toilet water and chew on tissues, than bow to me. Then the hurricane came, she stabbed me and jumped from the second floor." "Did she die?"

"No." Bentley was engulfed in painful memories, "She starved for half a month, was skin and bones, had a broken leg, and was carried away by the hurricane."

He had searched frantically for a long time but didn't even find a trace of her.

In the backseat, Stella with her excellent hearing, felt silent.

Wasn't this just Bentley and Bran, two law-breaking individuals, casually discussing their crimes as if she wasn't there?

it was the apocalypse now. Even if there were no legal boundaries

why did the list of items Bentley reported missing sound so familiar

few bottles of Scotch left, and plenty of

way she was returning anything.

internal bravery, she maintained a low profile, making sure they didn't notice her.

Hopefield was well-off, and they all agreed to pay property fees based on the size of their

the smallest, but she still had to pay 20 kilograms

this way, the property management got a lot

pets that needed to be walked and relieved, and there was

Porras family had no objections, and neither did anyone

...

He missed cars.

carefree demeanor, he had a solid network. "You need to find

stunned, bluntly saying, "Cousin, can you snap out of it? She broke one leg, jumped from the second floor and broke another, and then got swept away by a hurricane. The chances of her being alive..." Bentley refused to accept the reality, "No, I

give me the

the car first. As for that Lindsay, she must have

girlfriend, let alone helping him find a crippled captive. She was probably blown to the Pacific by the

can have the car, but I'm curious. Who was it that dared to turn your Maybach

question. Bran slowly turned around, smiling especially cheeky, "Well, it was this lady

voice

away

had been injected with adrenaline, instantly became the village fool when he saw Stella smile at him, "Miss, it was indeed my fault for accidentally bumping into your car last time. These days, the more

I wreck your car? We're

called the police later, causing you guys to be scared. So, I still need to compensate. How about

need, just stay away