An Ge originally thought that someone like Jayne might take him to a place like the garage.
Never would have guessed... the man actually brought him to a private castle in the outskirts of Moscow.
The whole castle exuded a certain foreboding aura, with ivy crawling all over its exterior, sending chills down one's spine.
"Young Master Jayne..."
The servants in the castle greeted Jayne politely and respectfully, then directed curious glances at An Ge.
An Ge lightly pressed his lips together, naturally noticing the inquisitive expressions of the other servants.
Do these people know Jayne kidnapped him?
But... speaking of Jayne, he truly is stubborn, having barely escaped from prison and not thinking of fleeing back to Italy immediately, yet lingering fearlessly in Moscow.
Now, he's even gone as far as to commit such acts of kidnapping...
Does Jayne think he's lived too long?
A glimmer of darkness flashed in An Ge's eyes.
...
"Miss An, please have a seat."
