Under such circumstances, the brothers didn’t say much.
Harper Gibson poured himself so wine and also poured so for the other two.
"Drink. When our second brother is unhappy, we accompany him in drinking!"
...
It had just rained. The faint sll of earth mixed with a slight fishy odor lingered in the air, the small muddy path contrasting starkly with the black luxury car.
Charlotte Thompson sat in the passenger seat, rolling down the window allowing the cool breeze to pass through, occasionally brushing against her hand.
She wore a cream-colored dress with white lace fluttering around the collar, accentuating her soft deanor.
Looking out, she saw endless fields, the green plants growing frenziedly, almost waist-high.
"Big brother, how much longer till we reach?"
Upon hearing this, the driver, Henry Thompson, turned his head to look at her. He spoke in a low voice: "Soon, just ten more minutes at most."
Jordan Thompson, who had been sitting quietly in the back, then interjected with a slight smirk on his face: "I’m looking forward to the upcoming scene."
Laughter filled the car as they continued driving towards the outskirts.
Inside the warehouse.
The air inside was dusty, in stark contrast to the fresh air outside. Ropes tied tightly around four or five solid pillars, occasionally accompanied by the painful groans of n, and the shrill cries of a woman.
The sound of fists landing on flesh echoed loud and clear.
Ethan Allen got slapped across the face, turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.
His face, distorted from pain, showcased multiple bruises green and purple.
Seeing the red fluid he spat out, fear washed over his face. Turning to the towering bodyguard in front of him, he cursed, "This is kidnapping! It’s a cri!"
The bodyguard glanced at him, kicked him, and calmly said, "Bla yourself for offending the wrong person."
Ethan Allen let out another cry of agony.
Around them, Mia Stewart and Emily Allen exchanged fearful looks.
Ryan Richard and Emily Allen were also tied together, their faces just as battered. Ryan was already unconscious.
Emily Allen’s face was covered in dust, but she looked far better than the two n.
However, she was emotionally on edge: "Who’s behind this? Is it a business rival? Are they jealous of the growth of Richard Corporation! Speak!"
The bodyguard ignored her, instead focusing on delivering another two punches to Ethan Allen.
The latter’s face was a ss of bruises, his cries unending.
Emily’s assumptions were not without reason, as the perfu of Richard Corporation was about to hit the market and was bound to make waves in the industry.
The best guess was that soone envious was taking underhanded asures to kidnap them.
After spending a fortune on advertisent with satisfactory results, if the perfu’s launch was successful, it would surely take both the Allen and Richard families to even greater heights.
It was only natural in the business world for the rise of the Allen and Richard families to push competitors out of the picture.
...
Outside the warehouse, Charlotte got out of the car, already hearing the screams coming from inside.
She slightly frowned: "This place..."
"Yes," Henry replied, slightly lifting his brows, "It’s the sa place where you were kidnapped before."
"Are they... is Ethan Allen in there?"
Yes, when she ntioned "Ethan Allen", there was not the slightest bit of emotion in her voice.
The so-called title of ’father’ was just that, a aningless title.
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