…
At midnight, a shadowy figure slipped into Arthur Easton's room.
"Who?"
The man on the bed opened his bright, clear eyes and looked at the intruder, it was...
Before he could say the rest of the words, he lay motionless. Just as he was speaking, Arthur had sprayed the drug, yet he was prepared and wore a protective mask.
"Eldest Brother, I'm sorry, I know you're doing this for my sake, but keeping someone locked in the basement isn't right, is it?"
As he spoke, he reached for the man's waist, unfastening the basement keys and taking them away.
After he left, the man lying in bed moved his slender fingers and the next second, he opened his eyes to look at the pitch-black ceiling.
Arthur, what audacity!
How dare he attack him like this...
But strangely, the image of Eva Nightingale flashed in his mind. Her stubbornness always infuriated him, yet he hadn't executed her.
He got up and silently lit a cigarette.
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At the basement entrance.
