NovelEnglishChapter 575 "You!" Sartre's face darkened.
He stared at Isabella with a cold smile on his lips. With a wave of his hand, a group of bodyguards rushed in.
Isabella's eyes darkened. She slowly raised her head and looked at Sartre. Her lips curled into a cold smile. "If you wantto go with you, you have to ask if they agree." She looked at Sumner.
Sumner immediately said, 'Uncle Sartre, you let your subordinates rush into my house. You did not show respect to my family at all." Sartre's expression darkened. Just as he was about to scold Sumner, he heard the old man say, "That's right, Sartre. You can't do this. If you do this, how are we going to get along in the future?" Sartre's eyes were filled with anger as he said, * Rava, don't play dumb with me. Do you really not know that her identity is suspicious?" "What's suspicious about her? Sartre, do you really want to go against me?" The old man was unhappy and his face darkened.
Sartre's eyes flickered as he stared at the old man. "I'm taking her withtoday, anyway. Rava, don't you dare try to stop me." "| said you can't take her away!" The old man slapped the dining table angrily and said, "Take your men and leave my house now. I'm warning you one last time!" The old man’s eyes widened in anger.
Sartre said in a cold voice, "Rava, you're courting a think that | don’t know what you've done!" The old man glared at Sartre with a pissed expression. "You'd better watch yourself." Sartre sneered. "It's your choice, Rava. Don't blme." With that, he walked out and waved his hand. Let's go!" The bodyguards followed Sartre out of the house.
After Sartre left, the atmosphere in the house fell silent.
The three of them did not speak. After a while, Sumner said with a smile, "Don't just stand there. Let's eat. Let's continue eating!" Isabella slowly leaned against the back of the chair. Her dark eyes scanned the father and son, and the aura on her body gradually changed.
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Usually, she was easy-going, harmless, and generous.
However, she exuded the aura of a superior at this moment.
Sumner inexplicably felt a little pressured. For a moment, he stood rooted to the ground and actually becreserved.
The old man also silently looked at Isabella. He opened his mouth and subconsciously spoke respectfully, "Miss, you..." "Thank you very much for helping me, but now, we have to talk!" Isabella said.
The father and son were stunned for a moment before nodding in unison.
Sartre returned hwith a gloomy expression. He heard Keona's loud voice and novélxo saw that the man she had picked up a few days ago had woken up.
At this moment, the man was standing silently in front of Keona. Keona was asking him a question.
Seeing Sartre return, Keona immediately kept quiet and walked towards him obediently.
"Daddy!" Keona called sweetly.
Sartre ignored Keona and walked straight toward the man. novélxoThe man's dark blue eyes were fixed on Sartre as his lips curled into an ambiguous smile. He said, "I have a good memory. | think | saw you five years ago. It’s...
it's in the headquarters of the organization..." Sartre's expression suddenly changed.
"Who exactly are you? Who exactly is the person the higher-ups wantto find?" Sartre stared hard at the man.
The man smiled. Mr. Sartre, | can tell you if you want to know. But you'll have to letspeak to the master behind you." Sartre was shocked and had a puzzled expression.
The man smiled faintly and said, "When | woke up, | realized that although this town seemed ordinary,n.ove.lx.o it was actually tightly controlled in both visible and invisible ways.
You guys are looking for someone, aren't you?" Sartre said in a deep voice, "Follow me!" Then he went to the study on the second floor.
Keona stood rooted to the ground, her big eyes staring shyly at the man's back. This man was much more charming than Sumner.
She wanted to marry him.
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At the stime, twenty miles away from the town, there was an ordinary-looking short mountain.
A large truck slowly stopped in the depths of the mountain. n.ove.lx.o A team of combatants in combat uniforms jumped out of the truck and surrounded the truck.
They opened the trunk and drove out a group of strong men one by one. Those men were all blindfolded.
The combatant would whip the blindfolded men that walked slower. The blindfolded men immediately bleed.
These people were from various countries. At this moment, guns were pressed against them. Even if they weren't bound hand and foot, they didn't dare to run away at all Those people walked deeper into the mountain, and four combatants were left guarding the truck.
Suddenly, a figure slowly emerged from the bottom of the truck.
His clothes were dirty and torn, and no one could recognize him anymore. However, his dark blue eyes were extremely sharp and cold.
He stuck his head out slightly and looked at the combatant closest to him.
From his angle, he could see the combatant's calves and the military knife on his feet.
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