"Miss, that guy you wanted us to look into is still in Goldridge right now!"

Inside a teahouse in a bustling street in Goldridge, Rowan sat in her white dress listening to her subordinate's report. She asked somewhat impatiently, "Where is he? Is he okay?"

Her subordinate replied, "I don't know if he's okay or not. I just know he's been captured and controlled by Mr. Fischer!"

Rowan's hand trembled slightly, spilling some of her tea as the porcelain cup wobbled in her grip.

Across from her, Evan took it all in silently. He said coldly, "Rowan, no matter how worried you are about him, it's pointless now. He's in Mr. Fischer's hands. Do you really think he still has a chance?"

Rowan did not answer. Her heart was a storm of chaos.

She had not expected that after five years, they would finally cross paths again, only for that bastard to be at death's door before they could even exchange a word.

Evan sneered. "If you ask me, he brought this on himself. Who the hell dares rui