The escaping nurse and bodyguard had played their cards well. They changed flights in between and went somewhere else. Freya had spent a lot of manpower and material resources to bring them back to the city in two weeks, and had them imprisoned in the Reid Manor's basement. Compared to the crazy way I was at the beginning, I was much calmer now.
The man, who had been tied up and beaten black and blue, and was now kneeling on the ground, was the bodyguard who had taken the child away at that time. Aaron's guards had interrogated him for a day and a night, but they did not get any useful information.
I looked coldly at the bodyguard, who was dying. The smell of blood rushed to my nose, but I was calm.
Aaron stepped forward, grabbed the man's hair, and forced him to face us. Then he moved his face closer to the man's face with a cold smile. "Tell me the child's whereabouts, or die. Choose one."
One of the bodyguards' eyes was so swollen that he couldn't open his eyes. The blood on his forehead flowed down and he looked a little horrible. He gasped in a low voice and slowly opened his eyes. His eyes met mine.
I'd seen people who were at the end of their rope, but this bodyguard was different. When he saw me, he unexpectedly smiled.
He obviously knew something.
Aaron also saw what he'd done, and he scoffed. He punched the bodyguard's belly. The guard groaned in pain, and had no strength to lift his head up.
A moment later, his bloody saliva fell to the ground, and the smell of blood in the basement became stronger.
Aaron saw that the bodyguard had stopped moving. He took out the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped off the blood stains on his hands.
Aaron's men approached the bodyguard. They reached out and felt his breath, and then gave a signal. Someone brought a large bucket of cold water and poured it directly on the bodyguard's head.
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