Charles Mcintosh's voice was soft, like a drizzle falling by her ear.
Yet every word delivered a tremendous shock to her.
More shocking than the storm raging outside.
She did not know Sylvan Cheney well, even in their childhood, her impression of him was limited to being reticent and scheming.
There was an indescribable expression in her eyes as she sighed softly.
The rain continued incessantly, and everywhere she looked was shrouded in white mist.
"How was Hadley Ximenez captured by the old master?" Lilac Serval asked.
"It seems that secrets can't be kept forever, the old master hid it from Mr. Cheney and captured Hadley."
"The old master must hate him to death."
"Yes, the old master wished he could flay him alive. Before Mr. Cheney found out, the old master had already tortured Hadley half to death."
"And now? Where is Hadley?"
"He's still in the old master's hands, but Mr. Cheney and I have already figured out a way to rescue him."
