Late at night, in the major bedroom on the second floor of Silenville, a slender male figure stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The autumnal wind was rustling outside the window, and the bright moon hid in the clouds.
It was a cold and quiet night.
The man held the wine glass in his hand. The ice in the wine gave off beams of light as cold as the eyes staring at the night outside the window.
Suddenly, the cell phone rang.
Orville put down his wine glass and picked up the phone on the table.
It was Rex calling.
If there wasn't an emergency, Rex wouldn't have called at this point in time.
Orville frowned slightly and pressed the answer button.
"Mr. Quentin, something seems to be wrong with Ms. Ingrid!"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly, "Say it clearly."
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In the VI
