Chapter 1849: Nightmares Of Youth

Chapter 1849: Nightmares of Youth

On the other side.

It was a little past five in the morning, and the gray dawn seeped in

through the broken glass window, casting a dim light that made the

whole environment even more eerie and terrifying. The heavy morning

dew soaked the damp ground, permeating it with a chilling coldness.

Vicki was awakened by the cold, her limbs numb and her shivering

body curled up, even her teeth chattering.

She opened her eyes and surveyed the surroundings: an empty

warehouse with rusty iron bars on the windows, a concrete floor,

weathered walls with patches of peeling white paint. She had been

kidnapped and taken to a place she had never been before.

Yesterday's chaos was too overwhelming. She was caught off guard

and ambushed. Distracted by seeing someone attacking Felix, she

became anxious and neglected her own safety, resulting in a blow to

her neck. It wasn't just the blow to her neck that rendered her

powerless. The main reason was that her assailant injected a sedative

into her neck with a needle. At that moment, she felt her eyelids grow

heavy, and she couldn't open them again.

The ground was freezing. She struggled to get up from the floor and

leaned against the wall. Her hands and feet were bound with ropes,

rendering her immobile.

"Damn it," she cursed under her breath.

She couldn't think of anyone other than Cloud who would want to

capture her. Athena was unlikely to be involved, and there was no

reason to provoke Christian.

Looking around discreetly, she tried to find something sharp that could

cut the ropes. Suddenly, her gaze fell on a piece of broken glass not far

away.

With a determined thought, Vicki made an effort to move towards the

shattered glass.

Just as she was about to reach it, there was a creaking sound, and the

rusty iron door was opened from the outside.

A tall and muscular man walked in, dressed in a black cloak with a hat

pulled down low, obscuring his forehead. Combined with his lowered

head, his face was completely hidden.

Vicki straightened her back, halted her movements, and waited for the

man to approach step by step. It seemed that he was the one who had

kidnapped her.

She remained unusually calm, her breathing steady and composed.

Until the moment the man came close to her, she still maintained her

composure without any change of expression or a racing heart.

With a low chuckle, Vicki said, "Since you've captured me, you'll have

to reveal yourself sooner or later. There's no need for all this secrecy.”

The man laughed, a sinister and ghostly sound that sent shivers down

one's spine as if it came from hell itself.

Slowly, the man lifted his head and removed his hat, revealing his face.

It was an unfamiliar face. He was in his forties or early fifties, with a

square-shaped face that couldn't be called ugly but not particularly

handsome either. His features were slightly peculiar, somewhat

unnatural.

Although the face was unfamiliar, there was a sense of familiarity in his

presence.

"Vicki, indeed Vicki, unique among the rest," the man spoke slowly, his

voice husky.

Vicki's heart skipped a beat. Why did even his voice sound somewhat

familiar? She had never seen this face before. Obviously, the man

knew her. Who was he? Why did he capture her?

She remained composed, surveying her surroundings. There were no

other figures in sight, perhaps hiding in the shadows. She contemplated

that even if she managed to free herself from the ropes, escape might

not be easy. Instead of thinking about running away, it would be better

to first uncover the man's true identity. After all, being able to snatch

someone from OGW meant that the man before her possessed

extraordinary abilities.

"Is your objective the Saunders family?" Vicki asked directly, cutting to

the chase.

There's a kind of probing that involves revealing one's cards

immediately.

As expected, the man's eyebrows twitched at her words.

Immediately, he cracked an evil smile.

Vicki caught the subtle expression, confirming her suspicions.

The man said sinisterly, "A brilliant mind and exceptional reflexes. For

so many years, you're the only one who has captivated my thoughts. It

can only be you."

As he spoke, Vicki's sharp eyes suddenly contracted, and her facial

muscles trembled uncontrollably.

In an instant, Vicki realized it. "You're Seren?!! You've had plastic

surgery?!"

Oh my god! She felt as if an icy coldness had engulfed her, freezing her

to the core.

Seren laughed heartily, shaking the entire warehouse with his laughter.

"Haha. I didn't expect the mystery to be solved so quickly. How boring. I

thought I could keep it hidden a little longer. But you're truly the

cleverest, recognizing me at once. Unlikesome foolish women who

couldn't even recognize me after sleeping with them for so many

years."

He was referring to Fox. That idiot Fox, who had children with him. A

man who only slightly altered his face couldn't even be recognized.

Truly foolish. If he couldn't rely on Fox's cooperation, he would have

ended her life long ago. As for the child, he didn't care. A child with

Fox's intelligence wouldn't be exceptionally bright anyway.

Vicki was chilled to the bone. If there was one thing she feared in her

life, it was Seren. It took her years to overcome the nightmares of her

youth. She thought he was dead, but the demon was still alive.

In fact, she had been suspecting it for some time. Various signs

indicated the resurgence of the Hilton organization, and there had to be

someone supporting it from behind. And that person was most likely

Seren.

She had suspected that Seren hadn't died and had used her own

abilities to search for him. But she never imagined that Seren had

undergone plastic surgery, which explained why she couldn't find him.

She realized that when Seren was fatally wounded by Rayan, he hadn't

died or fallen into a coma for some reason. Perhaps he had found a

scapegoat to deceive others.

Step by step, Seren approached and finally stopped in front of Vicki. He

bent his knees, bowed, and then knelt in front of her. He carefully

admired her, as if savoring a plaything that belonged to him. His gaze

was filled with greed and desire.

Vicki unconsciously moved backward. It was a lie to say she wasn't

afraid. She had always been terrified of the gaze Seren possessed.

Even without physical harm, he could devour her completely. The

nightmarish memories flooded back, almost overwhelming her.

Seren raised a long finger and lifted her chin, making a clicking sound

with his tongue.

"Since the first time I saw you, I knew you were a natural beauty. Some

women wither away as they age. But you, you become more beautiful,

more captivating. Especially to my taste.”

He caressed her cheek, and every touch made her feel repulsed, as if

she was about to vomit.

"Stay away from me. Don't touch me," Vicki couldn't help but growl.

"Why? Why are you avoiding me? I can sense that deep down, you like

me. Otherwise, why would you find another man from the Saunders

family? Haha, is it because you can't forget me?" Seren arrogantly

remarked.