Standing at the door were six bodyguards in dark suits, who imdiately lowered their heads respectfully upon seeing Sebastian Blackwood approach.
Sebastian Blackwood acknowledged with a sound, grabbed Ivy Kensington’s hand, and walked straight inside, bypassing the crowd.
The air inside was sowhat unpleasant, like a mix of sweat and blood.
As soon as Ivy Kensington entered, she felt a bit nauseous and instinctively gagged.
"Where exactly have you brought ..."
She had never seen such a place before; the surroundings were dim and confined, and the large room was divided into many small rooms, each locked tightly.
From outside you can’t see inside, and inside you have no idea of what’s outside.
They walked for almost ten minutes.
Only then did Sebastian Blackwood stop. He released his grip on Ivy Kensington’s wrist and then pushed her back.
"Sit down."
Ivy Kensington was forced to sit down in an electronic surveillance room.
She rubbed her wrist, looked up, and saw on the screen above was an unfamiliar face.
She didn’t recognize it at all!
Who was this person?
Through the screen, she saw the person locked in a room, with nothing inside, pitch black.
Perhaps having been locked up for too long, he was already beginning to break down.
He grabbed his hair, sat in the corner, and shouted loudly, "Let out, I really haven’t done anything! Just owed so gambling debts, nothing else, really!"
Sebastian Blackwood stood by the surveillance, watching coldly.
Soon, a small lamp lit up in the dark room, and upon seeing the light, the person instantly ran toward it frantically.
"Please, let out... Are you guys working for Eldest Young Master Lowell? I... I... I really haven’t leaked anything!"
On his knees, he hugged his head and continuously banged it into the ground, intermittently speaking a few words.
Upon hearing "Eldest Young Master Lowell," Ivy Kensington paused, then thought uncertainly.
Could this Eldest Young Master Lowell be referring to Evan Lowell?
Impossible.
Evan Lowell couldn’t possibly have any connection with this person.
Thinking this, Ivy Kensington’s hand hanging by her side instinctively clenched.
"Throw the mask and hat to him."
Suddenly, the man standing beside her, who hadn’t spoken much, spoke.
Ivy Kensington couldn’t help but give Sebastian Blackwood a look, wondering why he was having soone throw a hat and mask to the man in the video...
Just as this doubt arose, she saw the desperate man in the surveillance video, who, upon seeing the mask and hat thrown in, imdiately put them on, "I won’t resist, won’t resist at all, just begging you to spare ..."
As he spoke, the mask and hat were already on.
At that mont, Ivy Kensington’s gaze froze!
Without the mask and hat, she really didn’t recognize this person.
But now!
Ivy Kensington instantly recognized him as the kidnapper who had hijacked her in the restaurant that ti, demanding a ransom of five million! How could he be here!
The kidnapper still didn’t know his every move was being watched, naively thinking all this was Evan Lowell’s doing, crying and pleading for help.
"Eldest Young Master Lowell, spare my life! I followed your instructions, kidnapped the woman, but really didn’t harm her at all! Later, I also cooperated with you in leaving the country, Eldest Young Master Lowell, you can’t just cast aside like this!"
This person cried bitterly, trembling all over, and Ivy Kensington couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
So that kidnapping case was designed by Evan Lowell all along!
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