I could not wait any longer and got up to walk toward the villa gate, hoping in my heart that Solomon would bring the man over sooner.
"Ms. Lane, you didn't go insane after the shock, did you? Where are you going so late at night?" Tory’s voice was filled with mockery.
I ignored him and sat at the staircase at the villa's entrance to wait for Solomon.
After waiting for ten minutes or so, Solomon's car pulled into the yard.
I dashed over at once. Solomon got out of the car, and his two subordinates who followed suit came out from the backseat. Later, the men dragged a man out of the car.
The man looked to be in bad shape. There were bruises on his swollen face.
Solomon said, "Ms. Lane, this is the leader of the men who kidnapped Mr. Grant.”
I looked at the man, my hands slowly clenching into fists.
Although I was itching to chop him into a million pieces, I held myself back.
I looked at Solomon. "Thank you, Mr. Cook. Take him inside.”
"Okay."
Solomon and two of his subordinates dragged the man into the villa.
Tory sat on the sofa watching TV with one leg over the other, looking extremely relaxed and comfortable.
He glanced at the leader and said with a smile, "Wow, you're pretty efficient. You caught the man pretty quickly. You're no doubt a member of the Louises."
Solomon ignored him and hinted for his subordinates to take the man to Tory. He then faintly said, "He's here, Mr.
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