With the soft autumn breeze blowing that night, Mary stood by the window. She turned around and commented, "You know, you can jump from here and escape!"

"Do you really think that there aren't going to be any guards downstairs?"

"Oh... I see." Mary smiled awkwardly, "How's your injury? Why didn't anyone come by?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard the sound of the door opening followed by two maids coming in. How timely.

"Sir and madam, dinner is served. Enjoy your meal." The maids had trays in their hands. "We also brought ointment for your bruises."

"Can we go out now?" Mary asked, walking over to them.

"Well..." the maid stammered, "master only ordered us to bring these up. We have to leave right away."

With that, they hurriedly left as if they were afraid that they would get into trouble if they stayed longer.

"He won't let us out that easily." William sighed.

"Then what should we do? Did you try calling Frank again?"

"No one answered."

Sensing the awkwardness in the air, Mary curled her lips. She hastily said, "Let me apply the ointment on your bruise first. You just caught a cold. You'll get the strength to walk after you eat, right?"

William didn't say anything.

Mary went to the bathroom to get some warm water for William. She wrung a towel. "Let me wipe your face first."

William slightly lowered his head so that Mary could carefully wipe his face.

The corner of his mout

is hand holding the gun.

Frank kept his composure but his mind was already brewing with a plan. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed the fat man's arm who was standing next to him. He squeezed it and loosened his hand successfully gaining control of his gun.

In one swift movement, Frank was already pointing a gun back at the young lord.

"Young lord!"

"Young lord!"

His men all exclaimed in concern. The young lord merely sneered. "You're fast."

"You too."

"Do you really think you're getting away like this?"

"I don't think I'll be able to escape," Frank said lightly. "But at the very least, I can drag down the young lord with me."

"What's your name?" the young lord suddenly asked.

"That's none of your business." Frank tensed up as he held the gun up to the young lord's face.

"Ha-ha!" the young lord chuckled. "Even if you don't tell me, I'll find out anyway."

Suddenly, one of his men rushed in and whispered in his ear, "Young lord, some people are outside the villa. They said that we accidentally caught their young master and asked us to let him go."

"Okay." The young lord nodded and said, "Tell them I'll be out soon."

"Yes, sir." The man left in a hurry.

"Young master..." The young lord repeated, smiling maliciously. "You are the young master of which family? Your people are pretty quick, huh?"

"Then let me go."

"Ha-ha! I don't want to let you go," the young lord said coldly.