CHAPTER 49

The fake barman jolted awake from his sleep by the icy splash of water that drenched him from his head to his toes.

“Time to wake up!” one of Nathan's bodyguards barked.

He gasped and his heart pounded as he scrambled to sit up on the cold, damp mattress. His body was stiff against the sudden shock of the water.

He could barely see any trace of light from where he was, but he could guess that it was already morning.

His teeth chattered, and he tried to wipe the water from his face, but his hands were numb.

The door creaked open, and the blinding light from the hallway outside momentarily blinded him.

Two burly bodyguards stepped into the cell, their expressions as cold as the steel walls where he was imprisoned.

The fake barman struggled to his feet, his movements sluggish and uncoordinated.

His body still ached from the immense torture he had endured the previous day.

The bodyguards moved toward him, their hands gripped his arms with a firm and unyielding force.

They didn’t