Constantine Stewart's face was ashen as he stood silently on the side, scanning his surroundings. The basement was clearly constructed like a top-tier prison, unmistakably designed for detaining people.
Delphine noticed that the young girl was unharmed physically, though thoroughly frightened. She patted her gently on the back to comfort her, saying, "It's good that you're okay."
"I'm not sure why Fourth Master kidnapped my wife and invited me here. What is it you want?" Constantine directed his ice-cold voice toward the burly man who had brought them there.
"Since you're here, naturally it's to discuss a business proposition." A seductive and roguish voice rang out. A tall, lean man stood by the stairway entrance, gazing at the solid steel cage in the basement with a faint smile. His eyes lingered briefly on Delphine.
The man's voice carried a deliberately concealed low tone, and his face was hidden in the shadows, making it impossible to discern his features.
