Christopher Smith was tied up with a sturdy rope in a place that seemed very dilapidated, with a trace of fresh blood on his face. He had his eyes closed, lips parted, looking on the verge of death.
She had no time to think deeply, her hands trembling as she dialed Asher Land's number.
"What's wrong?" He spoke gently from the other end of the phone.
"Asher..." Her voice was choked with emotion, "Can you come back, my dad is in trouble!"
"What?" Asher darted out of his office, leaving his jacket behind, "Don't worry, I'll be right back."
He didn't hang up the phone, continuously comforting her.
He quickly returned to the Land Family home.
"What exactly happened?" He held her frail body, asking anxiously.
Sophie Smith was equally anxious, speaking with a hint of confusion.
She showed him the photos on her phone and conveyed the content of the call from the unfamiliar man.
Asher's sharp eyes already showed a sign of understanding.
