That kind of humiliation would undoubtedly deal a devastating blow to Nicolas. But, one could understand where Ashton was coming from if one empathized with the hatred he had been keeping in him.

The man who gave him life had wanted to take it back, but he had luckily managed to escape and survive to this date.

He didn’t owe his life to either Nicolas or Simone. But he would pay them back a hundredfold for all the humiliation, lies, and contempt he had suffered from them.

Soon, the bodyguard filed into the room and untied Nicolas.

Nicolas lay on the ground, immobile, his eyes wide open. They would’ve thought he was dead if it wasn’t for his moving chest.

Simone immediately broke free from the bodyguard’s hold and crawled over to him. “Nicolas, answer me! Say something, Nicolas!”

The room was silent, other than their breathing.

After a short pause, the bodyguards continued to carry them both outside.

and Nicolas. Once he had reached the bustling street, he pulled the car to a stop at an area with a clear, wide-angle of

of lunch hour. People were moving about everywhere. The majority were white-collars

square. Over a dozen bodyguards carried Simone and Nicolas down from the van and to the middle of the square. Without any hesitation, they dropped the two onto the ground. Then they spun around and

the black van sped away, leaving the worn-looking couple

about hastily, hoping to grab a bite at their favorite restaurant. They were used to the beggars filling every

kneeled on the ground and begged every passerby for help, “Please help us call an

kind man. I haven’t had any water for three days.

Please help us, miss. I

knees on the ground.

stopped to look, and slowly

guy Nicolas Hall, the world-class psychology professor who came back from overseas a few years

his wife. But how did they get those injuries? Maybe they have done

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