The Rewritten Love: A Second Beginning

Chapter 921

Fred continued thinking, ‘She has a bad memory, after all. She’ll forget everything that happened.’

However, this time, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the importance of that photo to

Mya.

Riley went upstairs and knocked on the door. When he entered the room, he saw Fred wearing a bathrobe looking gloomy. He suppressed his voice and reported, “Mr. Turner, he’s here.”

The villa occupied half of the prison area. It was very late now.

Fred glanced at the dark corridor. He decided to keep walking.

He then went to the dark, damp prison. Luke was awakened by a bone-chilling bucket of cold water. He

immediately saw Fred sitting in a chair and asked, “Where am I? Why’d you guys bring me here? Who the

hell are you people?”

Fred took the long whip from Riley and lashed it at Luke without any hesitation. Luke then let out a

horrifying scream in the enclosed prison.

With each lash that Fred made, it was as if he was venting his anger.

Mya’s hysterical yell, expressing her intense resistance and disgust toward him, echoed in his mind, ‘I

don’t like you anymore. I hate you!’

Fred wondered when he had started caring about Mya’s feelings, as she was someone whom he did not

consider important.

An hour and a half later, the sky was already bright, and the snow had stopped falling.

When Fred had finished venting, Luke, who was tied to a stake, could no longer make any sound. And his

all over the floor.

let him die so easily.”

“Okay.”

the villa, a maid suddenly rushed over and

Harper is

her then!” As he spoke, he strode into the living

corridor. When he arrived at the secondary bedroom, the door was still open. In just an hour and a

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in his mind

I want to

I’m so cold sleeping

sweet and innocent. She was never afraid of me. She treated me

ordinary person.’

cold again when he

ground. After that, he

a mere pet’s feelings?! But then again,

a dog, there’d be emotions

up with clear eyes as if he

maids had already prepared a delicious meal and placed it on the

the spot where Mya usually sat was

as he asked, “Where’s she? Is she still

“Mr. Turner, she hasn’t

fun. Now, all the other maids

thick layer of snow. He was lost in thought, ‘When Mya left

area

her, they should’ve found her by now. And why did she care so much

person in the

He then walked out of the villa. The maid

followed him, “Mr. Turner, you

imposing aura. After

him, “Mr. Turner, someone spotted it

exited through a hole in the

can’t track her. She ran