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He then pointed to the guest room behind him and said, “I’m going in then.”

These past few days, Sebastian and Tyler have been staying in this villa, hardly going out. I observed

that basically everything they ate and used was delivered by people from outside, and each time it was

a different person who came to deliver. They looked like people from nearby stores, yet they seemed

very familiar with this place.

Looking back, it must have been Ezra who arranged for people nearby, because he was afraid of

attracting attention, so the person who came to deliver things was always different, and the frequency

of their visits was very low, basically leaving as soon as they delivered the goods.

This person was indeed cautious, but it was enough to show that the police investigation was very

strict.

Although I wasn’t tied up, I didn’t have much freedom either. Apart from staying in the room, Ezra kept

an eye on me almost all the time, and of course, there was Sebastian’s vigilance to contend with.

I had also gotten used to it. After all, we were not from the same path. If it weren’t for Ezra’s slightly

different feelings towards me, I guess I would have been killed long ago, or directly sent to the border

to become a money-making tool for everyone to ride.

However, these past few days, it’s not like I haven’t gained anything. At least, I can be sure that the

intentions Ezra has for me are definitely different.

Even though I constantly challenged his bottom line, verbally attacked and embarrassed him, he

seemed to willingly tolerate me. Within his

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boundaries, I could even boss him around.

I could also blatantly try to coax information out of Sebastian, or openly listen to their conversations.

However, Sebastian was too cautious, and I couldn’t get any useful information from him.

Of course they were wary of me, so naturally, I couldn’t get any particularly important information from

them.

But it wasn’t entirely fruitless, for instance, I knew their last failure was because they were directly

targeted by the police at the trading. location. If it wasn’t for Tyler’s quick reaction, dumping all the

powder they brought into the river and then desperately escaping, they might have been caught red-

handed long ago.

However, the accomplices he brought were either killed by the police or arrested.

Moreover, I had guessed that they probably still had a batch of goods waiting to be traded at that time,

and these goods were most likely arranged by Warren. I occasionally heard Ezra answering the phone,

seemingly very angry that he had lost the goods, causing them to lose a lot of money. If Ezra messed

up the remaining goods in his hands, he was told not to come back.

It seemed that Warren was quite angry.

They were all money-loving scums with no bottom line, so they only had eyes for money. Naturally, I

would curse these people in my heart whenever I had the chance.

Of course, there were times when I couldn’t help but curse at Ezra directly, but he seemed not to mind,

just letting me be.

Unable to leave, I naturally didn’t know the situation outside. I originally thought that Ezra would stay in

the villa indefinitely, or at least until Tyler’s injuries were completely healed.

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But unexpectedly, three days later, I accidentally discovered that Sebastian and Tyler had left the villa

They had always been in the villa before, not stepping out at all, but now they suddenly left, it’s hard

not to overthink.

Meanwhile, it seemed that Ezra also had more things to deal with. Since Sebastian and Tyler left the

villa, he would leave the villa for a while almost every day.

At first, I didn’t understand what had happened, until late that night, when Ezra was brought back

home, supported by Sebastian.

Seeing the two, I frowned but didn’t open my mouth to ask. I just stared blankly as Sebastian placed

what seemed to be a blackout drunk Ezra on the couch. The strong, pungent smell of alcohol made it

clear to me that Ezra was drunk.

Putting down Ezra, Sebastian looked at me and said, “Ms. Conner, Daniel got drunk. He might need

your help to take care of him tonight.”

I crossed my arms, looking at him with a smirk, “Handing a drunkard over to someone who despises

him to the bone, Sebastian, are you sure you want me to take care of him?”

He hesitated for a moment, but then said, “Ms. Conner, Daniel is sincere towards you. He has been

indulging you these past few days, I don’t believe you can’t feel it. For you, he is even willing to learn to

cook the food you like. I have never seen him treat any other woman this way. I know you have

resentment towards Daniel, but hurting him won’t do you any good. In this life, all we seek is to have no

worries. about food and clothing, financial freedom, and everything you want, Daniel can give you.”

His vulgar and awkward remarks made me want to laugh, and I

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couldn’t help but mock, “So, you mean, I, a woman who originally had no worries about food and

clothing, should be grateful to this murderer who disrupted my entire life? Thank him for giving me what

I already had?”