Unmasking the Heiress by Sisi Yea

Chapter 511

Somewhere overseas, in the basement of a swanky villa.

The room was bathed in shades of silver and white, with only a tiny window near the ceiling offering a glimpse of the outside world. Tucked against the wall was a modest single bed.

In the middle of the room stood a matching set of silver-white furniture, a table, and chairs.

On one of those spindly chairs sat a man. He was lean, his skin ghostly pale, his face etched with exhaustion and a rough stubble.

Evangeline would have instantly recognized him. That man was her and Julia's father, Andrew. His eyes were empty, his presence like a shell devoid of a soul, as he sat there, going through the motions.

Jack, decked out in comfy clothes, his ocean-blue eyes narrowing, stretched out on his chair with a yawn before speaking at his own leisurely pace, "Andrew, how's it been, not seeing you around for a few days?"

Andrew's lips parted, dry and cracked. "How do you think it feels to be cooped up here without any idea why, for who knows how long?"

frown on his face. "I'd be like, 'Man, this

up with a fierce green spark. "Since you've got me all figured out, how about

disappeared and Lydia was snatched

his life turned

him with the same old questions, and he had answered them so many times that he was about to crack. He had even begged for Jack's understanding, but it was the same old story the next day, leaving him feeling trapped,

"A straight answer?"

flickered in

an eyebrow, flicked a lighter, and fired up a cigarette. As the smoke curled up, his voice, icy and merciless, drifted over, "Dream

"What else do you want to ask? It's been ages, and I've spilled everything I

was at his wit's end. He, who saw nothing worth living for, was hammering the table in

would just end it for him, to be done with this world. Anything was

still owe me the

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