Eleanor Sterling felt a bit uneasy in her heart; Alaric Faulkner had told her before that he searched for Fenrir for many years but never found him.
Why did he suddenly appear after being silent for so long?
Could it be to deal with Alaric Faulkner?
Hearing Fenrir say that Alaric couldn’t even save his own son, Eleanor imdiately began to think about the information Fenrir had just revealed.
Why did Fenrir say Alaric Faulkner was going to die? What exactly is Alaric’s situation? Is he really hiding sothing from her?
Unfortunately, Eleanor couldn’t find answers to the nurous doubts in her heart; she could only quietly wait with Fenrir.
During this ti, she kept trying to observe his appearance, but unfortunately, he didn’t show any cracks.
"Is there sothing wrong with their blood type?" Eleanor tentatively asked.
Fenrir frowned, seeming a bit displeased.
He didn’t like how everything was guessed by others.
He loved to keep everyone hanging until they couldn’t stand it and begged him, and then he would tell them.
But since he had been exposed, Fenrir decided not to keep them hanging anymore.
He curled his lips into a cold smile, his aura sowhat sinister, saying faintly, "Enough with the nonsense, see if Alaric Faulkner will co to rescue you, then you’ll know if you are like that woman before."
Fenrir took out an item from the bag behind him, which he activated and then used a special thod to tie it together with the rope on Eleanor.
Eleanor heard the beeping countdown, her face suddenly turned pale.
This is a bomb!
Fenrir laughed grimly, revealing a set of pristine white teeth, "This bomb countdown is fifteen minutes, if Alaric Faulkner finds you within ten minutes, then he has five minutes to disarm it."
He looked at Eleanor with pity, "If he remains indifferent to you, then... Boom!"
"Hahaha..." Fenrir laughed wildly, as if he was possessed.
Eleanor pressed her lips together, her face turned somber.
She had not expected that this trip to Lyria would turn into such a thrilling situation.
In truth, she was not afraid of death, just sowhat reluctant to die; she hadn’t found her biological father, and Little Star was not settled.
However, Little Star being with Alaric Faulkner was not bad, he would be happy in the future.
Eleanor closed her eyes briefly and when she opened them again, they were clear.
This was not the ti to be chaotic.
Fenrir stepped outside the door and waved at Eleanor, "Have fun, hope we et again."
The door to the room closed and everything beca completely quiet.
In the air, only the faint but piercing beeping sounds could be heard, like an ominous countdown to Eleanor Sterling’s last monts.
...
At this mont, the talks between Alaric Faulkner and Ronan Keating had broken down; Alaric Faulkner had no intention of being forced to accept Giselle Keating.
The only reason he was still sitting here, listening to Ronan’s nonsense,
was entirely because of their past relations, otherwise, he would have turned and left long ago.
At this point, Alaric Faulkner’s phone chid with a ssage.
He was simply planning to glance at it, but the next second his expression visibly changed.
In front of Ronan Keating, Alaric Faulkner had always remained calm even if a mountain collapsed before him, yet now he appeared so panicked, which surprised Ronan.
"President Faulkner, what’s wrong?"
"Do you have people here? I need to borrow them to find soone."
As Alaric spoke, he was ready to run outside.
He himself hadn’t realized that the hand holding the phone was trembling slightly.
Eleanor Sterling was kidnapped, and they only had fifteen minutes.
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