The next day, Mark Reed personally made tomato egg noodles for Valentine Teller and Nian Nian to eat.
After they finished eating, he drove out.
Mark Reed didn't go to the company but went to a warehouse owned by the company.
Someone was already waiting for him outside the warehouse.
"Boss, the person has been brought here."
"Good." Mark Reed narrowed his deep eyes, cold light flashing.
He walked into the warehouse and saw Turstin Muller tied to a chair, covered in wounds.
Mark Reed let out a cold laugh: "Turstin Muller, I've always treated you like a younger brother, yet you keep plotting against me. Where is the child?"
Turstin Muller hadn't closed his eyes all night, tortured to a state neither human nor ghost.
He lifted his head, his blood-red eyes glaring at Mark Reed, his bloody face hideous and frightening: "Mark Reed, you should thank me, I saved Valentine, you can't protect her at all, she's mine!"
