Joey Thompson's pupils constricted, and his voice revealed his tension as he asked, "Who are you?"
He clenched his fists, thinking back to what had happened before he came here.
He rushed back to the villa after receiving a phone call in the middle of the night.
The villa was in disarray, the living room was trashed, and the nanny and bodyguards were injured, now they were bowing their heads in silence, not daring to speak.
Joey Thompson was almost frantic, "What's going on? Who did this!"
The nanny, looking at him, began, "Sir, it was like this— a group of people barged in, went upstairs, and took the madam away. After I called you, it wasn't long before another person burst in, beat us up, and then left..."
She remembered the person who came after, the rage in him like a cheetah when he discovered that Iris Thompson had been taken away again, his gaze murderous.
Just the thought of that look made the nanny's body tremble with fear.
