Chapter 769

“It hurts...” Her eyes went red as she looked down at the cold ground. “Weston...” She was on her knees, but her pitiful appearance did not rouse any sympathy in Weston. Instead, he was disgusted by her. He walked to her and lifted her chin with the tip of his leather shoe. He looked down into her eyes. “I’ll ask you only once: Where’s Ella?” He cut to the chase without wasting any time. His voice was so cold that it could kill. Guinevere froze a little at Ella’s name. Her eyes turned redder as she slowly clenched her hands into fists. She said through her gritted teeth, “I don’t know what you’re talking about… I’m not in contact with her. How would I know where she’s gone—” Before she could finish her sentence, Weston cut her off in a deep voice. “Guinevere, don’t test my limit.” A hint of sinister glint flashed across his cold eyes. “I don’t hit women, but...” He squatted down in front of her. “I have other means.” … At the same time, in a room at the underground bar. There wa