Sir Ares, Goodnight

Finn arrived at Jay's private ward. Jay lay on the bed, his back all whipped and bloody. He seemed to be on the brink of death.

Finn got down on a knee and said softly, "Mr. Ares."

Jay opened his eyes slowly. When his bleary gaze focused on Finn's face, his lips fluttered excitedly. He was putting in a lot of effort, but no sound came out.

He was too weak.

Finn had to place his ear right next to Jay's lips before he could hear the sounds of his low, faint breaths.

"The Ares family has nothing to do with Angelina's disappearance. Finn, focus on that car and continue tracing its whereabouts. The owner must be someone important."

Finn replied, "Don't worry, Mr. Ares. I'll make sure I find the missus. You just focus on getting better."

Jay's head felt heavy. His thoughts were all fixed on Angelina, and he felt nothing but regret.

Old Master Severe's advice, I wouldn't have given up on Angelina. Similarly, this would not have happened to

Imperial Capital. The villa was surrounded by a group of uniformed men, all of who had a gun strapped to their waist. They all had a solemn,

the atmosphere

to her core

seemed to be a cheerful type of person. However, he was standing by her bedside, staring

man began complaining, "You're so weak. You've been unconscious for eight

traveled through the caves-Clear and cool, it felt like a gentle

confusion apparent

didn't think you were just pretty without any substance." Angeline gave him a disgusted look. "I'm

him seem like he was smiling, even when he was not. He was devastatingly handsome. However, when compared to Jay,

'ice sculpture', he always emanated powerful,

interest in Jay. This man was

her ' uninterested' attitude. "Are you

not know what else

her eyes at