It wasn’t until Jessica strode quickly to a certain door that someone finally appeared from the right side — a figure hidden in the darkness, hands clasped respectfully in front of him as he greeted softly, “Ms. Wilder.”“How is he?” she asked.“That man has been locked up the whole time,” the subordinate replied. “He seems a little mentally unstable, but his physical condition is fine. According to your orders, we’ve made sure he doesn’t die.”At the mention of this person, Jessica frowned. Her expression turned cold and displeased. “Can he still talk? He hasn’t gone completely mad, has he?”“We haven’t interfered much. Meals have been delivered regularly — that shouldn’t be a problem.”Now that they could finally clear up their doubts, they could get rid of Anthony afterward.“Open the door.”It was the same small room. When the door opened, a shadowy figure lunged toward it — but before he could reach the doorway, someone pulled him back. A hoarse, broken scream tore through
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