Dawn was breaking as Jay Brent's car pulled into the villa's yard.
He had just gotten out when two black-clad bodyguards approached him, reaching to frisk him.
Jay's face darkened; he was a big boss on the streets, after all. How dare these nobodies think to search him?
He was about to get angry but suddenly met a pair of chillingly cold eyes.
Was that... a murderous intent?
Had these men in black killed before?
Jay's heart chilled, and he subconsciously spread his arms, ready to be searched.
At that moment, a slightly husky voice came from the second-floor balcony, "There's no need to search Mr. Brent; let him come up directly."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The two bodyguards immediately stepped aside.
Puzzled in his heart, Jay walked into the villa and then suddenly froze, halting in his steps as he stared at the people tied to the chairs.
