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

was all over

“Don’t let him die so easily.”

“Okay.”

left the prison and returned to the villa, a maid suddenly

Ms. Harper is missing.”

her then!” As he spoke, he strode into

corridor. When he arrived at the secondary bedroom, the door was still open. In just an hour and a half, Mya’s smell that filled this room had completely

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in his mind again, ‘Fred,

want to

heated? I’m

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

ordinary person.’

cold again when he saw

the ground. After that, he walked to the

pondered, ‘When did I start caring about a mere pet’s feelings?!

there’d

woke up with clear eyes as if he had foreseen

downstairs, the maids had already prepared a delicious meal and placed

the spot where Mya

were cold as he asked, “Where’s she? Is

hasn’t returned. We thought

maids have gone

snowy landscape. The ground was covered with a thick layer of snow. He was lost in thought, ‘When

to run out of this area as this area is enclosed

her

in the

out of the villa. The maid

you

cold, imposing aura. After he walked out

rushed to him, “Mr. Turner, someone spotted it on

a hole in

we can’t track her.