The Substitute Bride

"Rob" took a glance at Charles and then at Vicky before approaching Vicky.

Compared with Charles, the air around Vicky seemed to be much fresher, and the pressure was much less.

Meanwhile, "Ferry," who had stayed where he was, was more nervous. His body was still shaking as he didn't know what was waiting for him.

Vicky nodded at Charles. "Okay, give me half a day. I promise to give you back the real 'Rob.'"

"Go ahead," Charles said.

After they left, Charles raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who couldn't stop trembling.

"Let's go." Charles strode towards the inner room.

"Ferry" immediately ran after him, not daring to say a word.

In the basement

Rob was being tormented so badly that his body was covered in bruises, and his clothes were ragged.

There were scars on his face, both old and new ones.

Even then, he wouldn't tell the truth. No matter how much he was questioned, he refused to tell them anything about the antidote.

A man in black with crew-cut hair was on the verge of breaking down. He had interrogated more than ten prisoners here. It usually didn't take long for them to give up. But none of them had as much endurance as Rob did.

"Tinsel, I think we need to tell the boss the truth. If we continue like this, he won't survive. Boss doesn't want that," another man in black said worriedly.

The man with crew-cut hair was Tinsel. He agreed with what his companion said. After all, his boss attached great importance to Rob. If they killed him, they wouldn't get away with it, and they would need to take responsibility for it.

Just as he was hesitating, he heard a set of familiar footsteps from above.

Hearing that, Tinsel straightened up. He didn't have to worry about it any longer because his boss was here.

A few moments later, Charles appeared

indeed a capable and resourceful man. Charles was impressed.

Charles immediately called Sheryl and told her about the antidote. Sheryl was naturally very happy.

Charles then dialed another number. "How is it going?"

"Charles, I'm almost done with the training. When do you want him?"

"Right now."

"This soon?"

"Yes, the sooner, the better. Rob suspects that I'm lying to him. He asked me to meet Ferry and bring him a token from Ferry so that he'll believe me."

"Token? Rob is very scheming. You must be careful."

"Okay, bring him to me."

After hanging up the phone, Charles' face softened.

In the prison

Ferry showed up in the visiting room and sat on his chair as usual. He looked at Rob and asked, "How is it going?"

"Boss, Charles' son was poisoned. He is going to die. Charles promised me that he's going to get you out of here as soon as possible, but I don't trust him."

"Yes, Charles is a scheming man. He has always been cold-blooded and selfish in the business world. You must be careful with him," Ferry replied.

"Boss, Charles refuses to believe that I work for you, and he wants a token from you as evidence," Rob said.

"What token?" Ferry looked at Rob in confusion.