Chapter 388

The sleek black Rolls-Royce pulled away from the bustling city and rolled into the deserted outskirts.

Violette was chilling in the back seat with her eyes closed. After a while, the car pulled to a stop. She slowly opened her eyes to look outside. All she saw was a dense and unfamiliar forest, eerie and cold.

She had a bunch of question marks in her head. Where the heck was this? Why on earth had he brought her here?

"Where are we?" She asked him.

"Just one of my holiday villas." He said as he stepped out of the car.

Holiday villa? There was no way he brought her here for a vacation.

She got out of the car and followed him towards the villa.

The villa was a typical gothic-style building. The grey-blue building nestled in the forest, exuding a creepy and mysterious vibe.

She felt like she was walking into a prison, not a holiday villa. Looking back, she saw his bodyguards following behind. She was totally trapped now.

Entering the villa, the open view inside made her frown.

The interior design was oppressive.

"Violette, when did you start contacting my mother?" He asked.

The villa's door quietly closed behind them.

She shot a glance at the closed door and asked, "So, if I don't answer your question, I can't leave, right?"

"Exactly. If you want to get out of here, you have to answer my question truthfully!" His voice echoed in the empty villa.

"I've told you! I have nothing to say. No matter where you take me, my answer remains the same!" Violette's voice rose, "Elijah, stop wasting your time on me!"

"Did you discuss me with my mother?" He ventured, "I can't think of anything else you two could have talked about."

"That's not important!" She looked desperate, "Why do you have to know the answer to a question that's not important? My mom died at home, not in my company! What's the point of dragging me here?"

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Chapter 2341 "Well said." He stared at her, "If it's not important, why can't you tell me? Is it because I'm less important than this question, or because you think you can ignore my feelings over and over again?!"

Violette remained silent.

"The person who died is my mother! Not some stray cat or dog on the street!" His voice choked, "Why can't I know what my mother said in her last call? Why can't I know?!"

Seeing the tears in his eyes, her defenses collapsed. She suddenly remembered when her mother died last year, her desperation and sorrow felt like a massive black hole swallowing all her rationality. She realized then that his anger wasn't about the importance of that call, but about the fact that his mother had passed away. If she were in his shoes, she would want to know the answer too!

"Elijah...I'm sorry..." She lowered her head, "The reason I can't tell you isn't because you don't matter or because I want to ignore your feelings... I know you're hurting, but I can't say..."

Elijah heard the sound of his heart shattering.

Just then, one of the bodyguards strode over and said, "Mr. Bourne, let me handle this woman. I have ways to make her talk!"

Of course, Elijah knew what the bodyguard's method was.

There were two ways to make enemies talk. The first one, bribery. The second one, torture.

Obviously, the first method wouldn't work on Violette. So they were left with the second one.

He had never been able to bring himself to hurt her.