The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning by Max Charming Chapter 515

In a hidden basement in Hallsmouth, someone forcefully kicked Fred to the ground. Fred did not fight back. Instead, he resisted the excruciating pain in his chest and attempted to stand up with one knee on the ground.

However, the man kicked him again before he could even do so. This time, Fred did not stand back up. He lay in the corner and grunted in pain as blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth. Meanwhile, the other men surrounding them hung their heads low and did not dare to step forward.

Nobody knew what had happened. Zach had not returned in seven to eight years, yet he threw a fit the moment he came back.

Nobody dared to provoke him. Zach stared down at the man beside his feet. “There won’t be a next time,” he said dangerously. Just then, a frail-looking man ran up to Zach.

“Duncan is dead.”

Zach frowned in displeasure, “Who killed him?” The man bowed and replied, “Judging from their car, it was someone from the Arnold family. Duncan almost got the young lady, and that man shot him in the head. Oh boy, his brain matter was all over the place.”

were not exactly blatant when carrying out their operations and were

regulations, only people from the Arnold

If Mr. Arnold learns about the young lady almost getting hurt, the few of us… We surely won’t get away.”

chase with him. We still haven’t found his body for the time being, but it’s likely blown into pieces. And the other one… It’s said he fled to Northern Myanmar, where the Golden Triangle is. It’s a lawless

to keep an eye

deep thought. ‘Why was Duncan near the school?’ he wondered. There

Arnold residence. Madelyn recalled the incident on their way home and felt terrified as it finally sank

couch. Madelyn leaned into Ethan’s arms with a pale face. Then, Ethan asked the servants to leave. “It’s alright now. In the future… I won’t let you be alone.

soothing voice

“Where’s Mya? How’s she?”

a good night’s rest. You can chat

spoken to Prof. Monet. You’re doing pretty well among this