Chapter Twelve
"You need to relax, boss, Edgar would never do anything to hurt your sister. Yes, he was a jerk in prison but he has his limits," Marv tried to calm Oliver down but Oliver's heavy stomps could not be calmed, not even in the slightest. He dashed towards his former apartment, much to the surprise of the occupants who had just seen him leave.

"How dare he? How dare he raise his Filthy hand on my sister? I will break those fingers of his!" Oliver barked. He dashed towards the corridor, shoving people out of the way while they cried. As soon as he gets to Picks' room, Oliver bursts open the door.

But Vera was not there. There was no sign of struggle. The room was mildly furnished, and had a television hanging on the wall. Oliver could see Vera's clothings arranged by the side of the wardrobe, but the majority of the wardrobe was occupied by Picks' stuff.

"How did he get her? I turned my back for a moment. Where could he possibly go?" Oliver wondered out loud. He thought for some time, and c
Continue to read this book on the App

Related Chapters

Latest Chapter