Chapter 44

Book:His Secret Quintuplets Published:2024-6-2

“I… I don’t take planes either.” Debbie is crying even now, and her tears are still falling.
“All right, let’s get cleaned up and go to bed,” she said.
While Susan was talking, there was a loud boom heard from behind her.
Looking back, she saw Dylan holding his head and dizzy.
Dylan who accidentally hit his head when he was about to come out from under the table.
Susan acted quickly and carried Dylan outside, rubbing his head “It won’t be dangerous in any way. Dylan is a really courageous young man.”
Dylan’s little face was excited, as if he saw mother”Mom!”
“Yes, I can see my mother tomorrow.”
Susan had the notion that these five kids may still be easily persuaded.
Where I am located is a wine cellar. My sight is dim, but I am dazzled by the dazzling array of wine inside.
Several distinct labels of wine, a number of distinct bottles of wine, very unusual wine, extremely rare wine… A bar, a wine table, a wine cabinet, and a leather couch are included.
The interior design is exquisite and of the highest quality.
It’s a private place for Sean Matthews.
I picked up the medicine on the ground and sat down on the sofa, lying on the table weakly.
Even though I have a mobile phone with me, I am not going to risk calling Susan.
I would be foolish to go back and make the same errors I did before.
Will I have the good fortune to get away from him the next time he captures me?
I would never put myself in such jeopardy.
I spent the whole night on the couch in the wine cellar, and at some point during the morning, I became dimly aware that someone had opened the door.
I was taken aback and stood up when I spotted Fred Moore, who had just arrived to offer breakfast.
I turned around to look at him. Only the bodyguard standing at the door was guarding like a door god. Sean Matthews was not in sight when I looked.
I ran to the door without giving it any thought, and the bodyguard quickly halted at the door when he saw me coming.
“Let me out! I really need to talk to Sean Matthews! Why does he keep me locked up to the extent that he does?” I felt like ripping my hair out.
“Let me out!”
I tried to talk in a commanding manner.
But how am I supposed to be more powerful than two well-trained bodyguards?
“You… I want to see Sean Matthews!”
I was so angry that I lost my mind.
Fred Moore, who had just finished his breakfast, strolled up to Ms. Davis with a cool demeanor and said, “Ms. Davis…”
After that, I spoke about it with the housekeeper, “allow me go out? Even if you decide not to, may I please visit Sean Matthews? How can he keep me locked up like this?”
Fred Moore is neither humble nor arrogant. “I’m sorry, Ms. Davis, but Mr. Matthews informed me that he cannot allow you to go.”
“No?
Will he continue to hold me captive in this manner?”
I asked.
“I can’t say for sure.”
Fred Moore stated.
“Please accept this breakfast, Ms. Davis. Get it while you can!”
I saw that breakfast was already set out on the table, so I strolled up to it and promptly flipped it over while saying, “If you don’t let me out, then starve me!”
Fred Moore gave me a single glance before walking away without saying a word.
After then, the door was shut by the bodyguard.
“Don’t lock the door!” I yelled.
I hurried over.
However, the door slammed shut behind me as I approached it.
“Open the door!”
I knocked on the front door.
Even if I were to break my hand, I wouldn’t be able to open the door if Sean Matthews hadn’t given me permission beforehand.
After surveying the chaos on the floor, I marched over to the couch, where I began to aggressively kick the cushions.
I’m not going to eat. Check to see if Sean Matthews will allow me to escape.
Therefore, I did not eat anything in the morning, I did not eat what was delivered at lunch, and I did not consume the meal that was provided in the evening.
After returning to the Gold Coast, Sean Matthews questioned the maid by asking, “did she eat?”
“Not eaten in a day.”
The sneer of Sean Matthews was heard “Resist me? Good. From tomorrow on, don’t send any food.”
“Yes.”
I’ve spent the whole day in solitary confinement. I don’t eat or drink. I’m terribly hungry.
But in order to fight Sean Matthews, I held back the hunger.
Will the children be upset for at least a day?
When I think about it, it makes me nervous; thus, I have to get out of here as soon as possible!
On the other hand, there was no one available to provide the lunch the next day.
what do you mean?
Is there no food for me at all?
Oh my, Sean Matthews plans to make me starve to death?
My body started to go into panic mode.
I’m dead. Even if Sean Matthews won’t stand to lose anything, what about the kids back at home?
I approached the door and touched it before asking, “is anybody there?”
I got no response from anybody. I am aware that there are security officers stationed outside.
“What exactly does Sean Matthews want to say? Does he intend for me to go hungry? Why didn’t anyone deliver the meal?” I asked.
Even now, no one can be seen outdoors to respond to me.
I stuck to the wall, slipped down powerlessly and sat on the ground.
The head hangs on the knee.
I haven’t eaten anything for two days, so I can’t bear it.
I can’t fight Sean Matthews. How can I feel that I have the ability to fight with the nobles of a city?
No one brought dinner until eight o’clock.
Fred Moore rapped on the door of the study, and after he heard a response, he pushed the door inward and entered the room.
The interior has a somber and chilly tone, and the man who sits behind the desk exudes an air of authority and depth due to his position.
filled every available space in the room, inducing fear among everyone there.
“Mr. Matthews……”