Olivia was moving within her reach.

And the area she could move around was this three-story building.

She was free to walk around, to see anything. No one would stop her.

And the Old Nanny who brought the breakfast left, leaving her alone in this house.

However, there was nothing in the house other than decorations and furniture.

The kitchen was empty. The study was empty. She couldn't find anything that could tell where it was.

She couldn't find any communication equipment that could get in contact with the outside world.

She was trapped here like a prisoner.

But Olivia was not discouraged. She searched the house carefully and found something that could identify this place.

If once didn't work, then twice, if twice didn't work, then three times. She didn't believe she couldn't find anything.

A day passed quickly, and Olivia still couldn't find anything useful.

She was trapped in this house for a day.

On this day, no one came in except for the Old Nanny who came to deliver her food.

food that the

know who brought her here. She couldn't just

brought her

the night and

opened her laptop, and looked at the surveillance

surveillance, there was a Mediterranean bedroom with a man sitting on the sofa,

didn't expect him to be so

tomorrow, he shouldn't be

a sip. The curve of her

Milan.

the huge French window with his cell phone in

"Not here?"

from his thin lips, and

the lead to the country. There was no one

voice on the phone was tinged with a smile, as if helpless, as if it contained deep

found another place. It's in Paris. My men

it's another smoke

of Everett's means to find people quickly, so they

matter if Everett

seemed that the other party

not

air

noise outside also fell asleep, and time stopped

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