NovelEnglishChapter 895 He said a few words before handing the phone to me, saying, "Theo called." I pursed my lips and glanced at him. I chose not to take it.
He paused for a moment before withdrawing his hand and speaking into the phone, "Talk later." Unsure what was said on the other end, Mason hummed a reply before hanging up the phone. Silence returned to the car, and it was a silence that was makingeven more flustered.
The car pulled up in front of a row of houses, and a few servants cout.
Mason got out of the car, and a servant walked over to greet him. "Mr. Mason." Mason nodded and looked at me, saying, "Let's talk inside." He then ordered his servant, "Prepare a room for Ms. Lane." I followed Mason into the villa and saw no less than a dozen people sitting in the living room. There were elders and children. The two sitting in the center looked the oldest.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtSeeing that Mason and I had walked in, they all turned to look at us.
A middle-aged man cup to us first, asking, "Have you found the child?" Hearing those words, my originally relaxed nerves tensed up again.
It was only at this moment that I was forced to accept the reality that Munchkin was truly missing.
My head was dizzy, and my legs were wobbly.
I must not collapse before Munchkin was found. I told myself that inwardly. I endured the discomfort in my body and looked up at Mason, waiting for him to givean answer.
Noticing my reaction, Mason spoke with sdifficulty, "I've already sent my men out to search for him. The police have also filed a case. Munchkin will be fine." Smack! A crisp and loud slap rang out.
Although the slap was struck with not much of the strength that was left in me, it was loud and painful enough for Mason.
Everybody in the living room turned to look at me.
Sglared, sfrowned, and swatched the fun.
"Who are you? Why are you hitting him for no reason?" Those words were spoken by a lady in her twenties.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmShe looked a little chubby, and her face was flushed from anger. Her head looked like a red burning orb.
As Mason was the one who lost Munchkin, I found every member of the Lynch family distasteful.
I was in no mood to entertain the woman and retracted my gaze from om her face. I looked at Mason, saying, O "Mason Lynch, you'd better pray that Munchkin is okay or I'll make you and everybody in the Lynch family pay." Smack! A cup was placed heavily on the coffee table, creating a loud noise.
"You're quite a big talker, aren't you, young lady?!" The old man sitting in the center spoke.
I looked at the imposing old man, who looked to be in his 80s, yet had bright eyes and a powerful aura. At a single glance, anyone could tell that he was a reigning figure when he was young.
I smiled slightly, my expression considered well-controlled. Would you like to wait and see, Mister?" "You unruly young lady!" Following the old man's words, the teacup on the coffee table was hurled out.
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