"What are you doing?" Hearing the sound, Ian rushed out and saw us being shoved into the van. He had always been a good man. Despite knowing that there was a disparity in strength, he rushed over and was kicked to the ground by Sebastian.
"Don't come over, Ian! Go call the police!" My mouth and nose were covered, muffling what I said, but I knew very well what kind of person Sebastian was. I couldn't let Ian be in danger.
However, Sebastian didn't give Ian the chance to retreat. When the door was closed, a bodyguard half a head taller than him walked towards him with a knife. In the next moment, he had stabbed Ian with a dagger.
"Ian!" The sensation of an electric shock rushed to my forehead, and I instantly lost consciousness.
Before I opened my eyes, I still saw Ian lying on the ground, covered in blood. I sat up, my forehead covered in cold sweat.
"You woke up."
Hearing the sound, I found that there was someone else in the room. I turned around and saw Sebastian sitting on the sofa with his back to me.
"What did you do to Ian? And Emma, she's innocent!" I said angrily.
"You can't even protect yourself, but you still have the mood to care about others." Sebastian said in a superior tone. He got up and walked to the bed. He squinted at me dangerously and said sarcastically, "I was tortured in prison, but you were with Hendrix, in the outside world. Now you even have the twins..."
My heart sank. "What do you want?"
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