Her words did not reassure Emily Walker.
If he really went back, he should have taken the initiative to contact them, right?
Meanwhile, in a repair garage not far from the New Year's Eve seaside celebration, Baron Stuart was groggily waking up.
Memories flashed through his mind like an electric shock.
Just two hours ago, he was searching everywhere for Emily Walker when he was attacked from behind.
And the thing that had assaulted him was no ordinary tool, but rather something capable of knocking a person out instantly with an electric shock.
He shook his heavy head and opened his eyes only to discover that his hands were handcuffed, his feet the only part of him still free.
Opening his narrowed eyes, the strong light on the opposite side made him squint for a few seconds before he could fully make out his surroundings.
How laughable, Baron Stuart thought, even he could be kidnapped!
Under the dazzling light, a figure approached—it was him.
