Half an hour later, the black Bentley drove into a private mental hospital in the suburbs.
Director Miller, the person in charge of the mental hospital, came out to pick up Orville himself.
The door opened, and Orville got out of the car.
Director Miller stepped forward and greeted him respectfully. "Mr. Quentin, long time no see."
Orville nodded, and said in a cold voice, "Is the arrangement ready?"
"It's all done according to your wishes."
"Take me there."
"Okay, this way." Director Miller turned sideways to lead Orville the way.
Allison was arranged on the topmost VIP floor. The management there was the strictest, and visitors were not allowed without permission. Naturally, it was almost impossible to escape.
The elevator reached the top floor, and the doors opened.
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