In the dark and humid basement, the incandescent lamp flashed an extremely cold light in this quiet night.
Dylan's leaned on the stool, and his slim legs were tightly overlapping on the table.
After flicking the ash, Dylan took another sip, and then slowly spit out a smoke ring.
For a long time, he looked at the woman lying on the ground unconsciously and bound with iron chains. He snorted coldly, "wake her up."
He didn't have time to wait.
Luke, who was standing aside, motioned to his subordinates behind him to take a bucket of cold water and threw it in Zoe's face.
Washing your face with cold water will be completely cold in the middle of the night, not to mention the whole bucket of water. Zoe's instinctively trembled.
Zoe shrunk down, and her delicate facial features were distorted by the cold. Zoe slowly stroked her aching forehead and wanted to open her eyes to see what was going on. How could she have the illusion of sleeping in the ice cave?
Before she opened her eyes, Zoe found a sound of an iron chain.
Iron chain?
Her eyes opened instantly and she was startled by her own thoughts.She was stunned when she saw the heavy iron chain on her wrist.
No wonder when she raised her hand, she felt that her hand weighed a thousand kilograms. She didn't expect it——
Memories flooded into her mind. Zoe remembered the light before she was unconscious and cursed: she was given an anesthetic needle.
"Do you wake up?"
The cold, low but magnetic male voice sounded.
Zoe's body stiffened and her face turned pale. Even after five years, she still remembered the voice, so cold and penetrating.
After all, she met him.
After all, this moment came after five years.
Seeing her lying on the ground motionless, Dylan sneered, "since you're awake, don't pretend to be dead."
Pressing out the cigarette butts, Dylan pulled an iron chain tied to her strongly. Zoe immediately slid a distance on the cold and wet cement ground.
Until she was pulled to the chair, Dylan put down his overlapping legs and looked down at her, "a model should have the consciousness of a model. If you want to be famous by gossip, you should be able to pay the price."
Zoe's back was hurt by the cement floor but she just bit her lip and refused to say she was painful.
Struggling to get up from the ground, Zoe looked up at the man's cold face."President Oliver, this is not a gossip, but... a fact."
"What are you talking about?"He firmly clasped her chin.
It seemed that her chin was going to be crushed by the man. "I say it is true."
"You..." the man was obviously stimulated, and his slender and powerful fingers moved to her white neck in an instant.
When the feeling of suffocation hit, Zoe was extremely angry, but she just looked back at him with beautiful eyes without saying a word.
Even after five years, the man's carved face was still shining, and his cold and dangerous temperament was still so hard to ignore.
As for the cold and sharp black eyes, no one dared to look at them.
Five years ago, Sophia dared not do so. But now, Zoe, who was full of hate, dared!