Mr. Black stood blankly in the middle of the warehouse.

He wore a black knee-length coat and a blue suit, the same color as Avery's dress. Avery looked at him. His figure was slim and slender, giving people a sense of elegance and cool.

Looking at him, it occurs to Avery that an elegant poem for describing men.

"Have we met before?" Avery blurted out, but soon she shook her head.

"We had met before. I hope I can see you every day," Evan made an embarrassing smile and asked, added in the limited time, "By the way, in the Presidential office, you just mentioned the condition. So, what do you want?"

"Condition? What?"

"The condition for marrying you," Mr. Black answered quickly. "What are they talking about? Do they think the kidnapper and I are nobody? How can they have a chat now?" Mr. Black thought to himself.

For an instant, Avery froze and thought, "Does he want to know about it?"

Avery then thought about it and answered, "I want to have a pot of Vanda."

"Just a pot of Vanda?" Mr. Black asked in surprise with his mouth open wider.

It seemed like that a pot of Vanda was easy to get for Mr. Black.

As the prince of H Country, Mr. Lautner was silent and asked in a low voice, "Is Vanda a kind of plant?"

It was true that Evan knew little about the plants.

Avery nodded. She recalled the picture that Adan showed her. The President and his wife were standing before Vanda in the photo, so Avery was strange that the prince of H Country knew nothing about Vanda. On the contrary, Mr. Black did know something about it.

When Avery was thinking about that, Mr. Black asked Avery confidently, "If I can get out safely and get a pot of Vanda, can I marry you?"

Avery nodded. She hoped she could get a pot of Vanda so that the little princess can be cured, but she found Mr. Lautner was in distress and frowned when he heard about that.

Suddenly, the kidnapper interrupted, "Time is up."

At the same time, Mr. Lautner dropped down, along with the floor tile.

"Mr. Lautner," Avery ran over No. 17 floor tile, but Mr. Lautner had gone, and the floor tile was back to its original position automatically again.

Avery felt a lot of pain and made a tight fist as if a sharp knife had stabbed her heart.

Avery didn't know why she was so sorrowful. She was trying to open the floor tile hard, but nothing changed. She then made a fist and knocked on the floor tile, shouting at the phone, "Where is he?"

"What's wrong? Are you worried about him? If your ex-husband knows, what about his feelings? Hahaha. My dear princess, how do you feel when you lose your loved one?"

"You are a sick man! What do you want?"

"I want to torture you and force you into a bloody death."

"Uh. What a cruel woman! Might as well kill me directly," Avery thought to herself.

Mr. Black walked over to help Avery stand up. He had never expected Avery to have a deep feeling for Mr. Lautner. She had lost control and cried a lot.

Avery kept knocking on the floor tile but ignoring that Mr. Black was walking over her. Suddenly, Mr. Black also dropped down.

"Mr. Black," Avery shouted. For a while, it happened again. The floor tile closed.

"What do you want? You can kill me but not hurt others. Why do you do that? Why?"

Avery was on edge. She lost control. She knew the kidnapper wanted to kill her, but now Mr. Lautner, Mr. Black, and the little princess were all gone.

"They are innocent. Why do you hurt Mr. Black and Mr. Lautner? Why?" the princess shouted. She cried so long that she kept trembling.

"I want you to know the feeling when you lost your loved one."

"Who are you? Who are you?"

"You don't have to know who I am. The only thing you should know is that you will be together again soon. Hahaha, is it exciting?"

"You are a sick man."

"Hahaha, let it be. Let it be. You can do whatever you like. You killed my loved one. You deserve it now."

"Did I kill someone? Who?" Avery tried to recall who it was, but she still got no idea about it.

"I had tried to kill nobody, but someone did die because of me. It is Rebecca?" the name suddenly came into Avery's mind.

At the same time, someone was knocking on the iron door.

"Someone comes to save us?" Avery thought to herself.

Avery believed that someone came to save them, so she walked over the door, but the floor tile started to be sunk suddenly. Avery's head was spinning as if she was in the black hole.

In the hole, there was water. It was like a passageway. Avery slid down the passageway as if the passageway was vast and endless space.

After a while, Avery fell so hard that she felt the connection of every bone had been broken.

Avery seemed to see a man shaking under the light.

"Who is it? Mr. Lautner?" Avery thought to herself.

Suddenly, Avery felt severe pain in her cheek. Someone was trying to wake her up.

"Hey, wake up. Wake up."

Avery widened her eyes slightly. When she could see the man clearly, she asked, "Why are you here?"

"What? Don't you want to see me? I am so popular."

"Fine, stop!" Avery felt she almost fell apart, then she turned her arms and asked, "Where are we? Heaven or hell?"

"Are we still alive? If we can meet each other when we die, we truly have a deep feeling for each other. What an irony!" Avery thought to herself.

"Of course, it is heaven," Mr. Black said with a smile, "As the most beautiful man in the world, I am qualified to stay in heaven. And you can be there too because of me."

Avery felt bored and tried to lift her hand. She put a finger under his nose and felt warm air.

"Are we alive still?"

Mr. Black didn't know how to explain to her, but laughed, "Why don't you check your breath?"

Mr. Black held Avery's finger and answered, "We are still alive."

Avery immediately got up from the ground. It was the basement. Probably, the last basement.

It was a small basement with four ordinary walls.

Avery looked around. Mr. Black and she stood in the same room, but Mr. Lautner was not there.

"Where is he?"

"Who knows. Probably Mr. Lautner died. We will die too, early or later," Mr. Black said.

But Avery felt uncomfortable when the police had been there for recording.

Avery then shook her head and answered, "The kidnapper had not tortured you formally. How can you die as soon as possible? Right?"

"Do you fall into love with him?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You tell me! Uh, stupid woman. Why do you love him? Do you think he is the princess of H country."