The Returning EX (Sophia and John)

The list of things John wanted Logan to prepare was rather long, and he couldn’t figure out how John wanted to use them in such a short period of time. Nevertheless, he still sent his men to prepare them, and they came out of the basement for a cigarette break while they were at it.

While they were shrouded in cigarette smoke, his men prepared the items requested by John one by one, but it wasn’t complete as it was already late, and they couldn’t find everything on the list. Placing everything into a box, they then showed it to him.

After a quick glance, John nodded. “Yeah, this will do.”

The sky was completely dark now, and both of them saw the man trying to free himself from the ropes binding him when they returned to the basement.

“You better behave yourself!” Logan yelled and delivered him one more kick.

Helplessly, John hadn’t noticed that Logan was so fond of hustling before this. In contrast to that, he was more composed than him. “Even if you can loosen the ropes, there’s no way for you to escape,” he pointed out.

Unable to contain his anger, the man glared and spat. This made Logan, who always had a foul temper, exclaim in surprise, and he kicked him over. With one foot on the man’s back, he sneered, “Damn it, you still have the nerves to challenge me at this time. You must be asking for it.”

On the other side, John didn’t intervene but opened up the box and picked out two items from it—a pack of slender, long nails and a bottle of transparent, unknown fluid. Uncapping the bottle and pouring out the nails from the pack, he glanced at Logan and said calmly, “Keep him still.”

at him and smirked. “Alright, just do your best. I assure you that he won’t even have the

went into the bathroom and stared at the empty

window and saw that his car

figured that he must have left with Logan to interrogate that man. Seeing that it was already way past midnight and

slept too much during the day, she was now wide

assured of her situation here. Hence, she sat there

a call,

made her jump in surprise. It was already way past midnight, and the sudden vibration

number had sent a zoomed-in picture of herself. She could tell that it was a picture taken secretly of her at the

furrowed brows, she wondered what was the meaning behind the picture. Was it

thinking about it, she replied with

number. It was still a picture of her,

was a picture of her

picture, she received another one, which was taken when she was at home, and it showed her watching TV in

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