No Strings Attached

The sound made Robert instinctively flinch backward. His eyes, slightly clouded with age, darted in the direction of the noise.

Dressed head to toe in black, with a stormy expression on his face, lan advanced towards him. It was only then that Robert realized lan had played him. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

In a calm, measured tone, Robert said, "You've got the wrong guy. I'm not this 'Ford' you're looking for."

lan's lips curled into a sinister sneer as he approached Robert and yanked off the mask concealing his face, revealing features that bore an uncanny resemblance to someone familiar. His eyes, dark and profound, fixed upon the unmasked visage as a chilling, gravelly voice emanated from his throat. "Ford, did you really think I wouldn't recognize you behind this little charade?"

With a swift kick to Robert's stomach, lan sent him reeling back several yards before he slammed against a pillar, coughing up blood.

aura was like that of a man encased in ice, emitting a chill that took one's breath away. The thought of

Robert, planted his boot on his neck, and demanded in a frosty tone, "Talk. What really

struggled for breath, his face turning a shade of crimson, yet his jaw was clenched tight, a clear sign that

you've seen them, so maybe it's time I give

video of a child

video crumbled the fortress of Robert's mental defenses. For years, he had been watching over his family from the shadows. He knew about his grandson attending elementary school and even masqueraded as an old scavenger just to speak with him

to a feast. But all he had managed to say was 'thank you'

choice. Leonora had evidence of my crimes; if I didn't do as she said, she

He confessed everything.