Unexpectedly, five minutes later. Just as I removed the face mask, there was a furious knocking on the door.
Opening the door, the force from outside almost made me fall on my butt.
Bryan actually brought a group of bodyguards to my house.
I was pinned down by the bodyguards, and could only watch as he searched my house angrily.
The small room was quickly turned upside down by him, and there was no sign of Zoey in any corner.
Only then did he furrow his brows and walk up to me impatiently, "Where's Zoey? Where did she go? I watched downstairs for a long time. Your lights were on. How could you have gone out?"
Seeing his face, angry to the point of losing reason, I couldn't help but feel a surge of vengeful satisfaction.
"Where Zoey went, how could she possibly tell me?
I was just her prepared scapegoat!"
Under Zoey's subtle influence, Bryan already harbored hatred towards me and wouldn't believe my explanations.
Seeing my silence, he shot a glance to the side. The bodyguards held me tightly.
He stepped forward and grabbed my jaw forcefully.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I'll give you one last chance. Where did Zoey go?"
Upon hearing this, I couldn't help but laugh mockingly.