Mr. Black couldn't help twitching his mouth. Did Molly think it was a brothel of men? She could pick and select. Did she want to change favors too?

Avery bit her lips to hold back laughing. Mr. Black was probably thinking about what it felt to shoot himself in the feet.

Mr. Black didn't want it. He kept persuading Molly, "Mom..."

"Okay. Stop it! You didn't listen to me when you were alive. And look at what happened to you. Now you have to listen to what I say."

Mr. Black, facing the all, scratching the wall with his fingers crazily. There were lines on the otherwise smooth wall.

"Hey, you!"

Molly suddenly said.

Avery looked up at the camera and pointed at herself.

"Yes. Walk to the left corner of the door."

Avery nodded. She started walking. But Evan stopped her, "Are you really going?"

"It's too late for now."

Mr. Black asked Molly as Rebecca. Molly would do anything she could to get her out of here. She was obsessed with her dead daughter. Avery couldn't help it.

"Do you figure out what you're gonna do after you leave?"

Evan would be worried more after she came out. He knew she was smart. But he was still worried if it was too much for her, and if Molly would harm her.

Avery shook her head. She didn't know what to do. But someone had to make the first strike. Since Molly went after her, she should be the first to attack.

Evan hugged her, " I don't want you to leave."

Avery put her arms on her sides. The man hugged her strongly. And she got used to it.

Avery said, "If I had a chance, I would get you out of here."

Then she had pushed him away before Evan had a chance to say anything. She was worried Molly would have second thoughts if she didn't hurry.

So she walked to the place she asked her to go.

Swoosh—

The second she stood there, the floor sank like how she fell at first. She slid down a black tunnel.

The tunnel was like a slide. She swirled and stood in a special room...

Back in the narrow and dark room, after Avery left, two men who didn't like each other were left alone.

They had utterly different personalities. One was mysterious, and the other was sexy.

Mr. Black looked at where Avery disappeared, "Do you think she'll really come back for us?"

Why did he feel Avery would forget about it?

"Not us. Just me."

"Be careful. I might let Molly torture you so hard that you couldn't climb..."

Mr. Black had Rebecca as his tool to fool Molly.

"If you could, do it. Evan found a corner to sit down. He stretched his legs while bending his knees. Under the circumstance, he was still elegant and royal. He knew Mr. Black could still persuade Molly to release him and leave him alone."

Evan knew what he was facing and wasn't scared.

Mr. Black sat down, as well. He was curious about him.

"Who are you?"

Mr. Black asked.

Mr. Black put one hand on his knee while looking ahead, "I don't have to tell you."

"You're not the prince of H Country, " Mr. Black was confident, "you're not even an adopted prince."

"So what?"

"So I'm very curious about who you really are. You use the identity of H Country's prince to get close to Avery. What do you want?"

"What do you think?"

Mr. Black sneered. He hated Evan's kind the most. Whatever you asked, he would not answer you and throw it back at you. This was shameless.

"Do you want to be the president of B Country? Or do you want something else?"

Evan wasn't bothered to answer his question. He sneered.

"Aren't you afraid I expose you in front of Avery?"

"Be my guest."

Mr. Black wanted to charge over to press his head against the wall. He could do it with his fighting skills.

"Don't worry. I'll find out who you are."

Evan lifted his head a bit. He put his back on the wall and closed eyes for rest. He had to reserve energy to figure out a way to get out of here.

Even if Mr. Black found out who he was, it didn't matter. He would tell Avery sooner or later.

Whatever Mr. Black said afterward, he just blocked them out.

Mr. Black went on and on for a while. He stopped seeing Evan and didn't answer him.

Soon, a voice from hell came. But it was gentle, "Rebecca, are you still here?"

Mr. Black lifted his eyelids with impatience. Damn. He was so annoyed. Could she leave him alone?

Mr. Black ignored her. Evan woke up, opened his eyes, and kicked Mr. Black with long legs. He whispered, "Your mom calls you."

Mr. Black was upset, "She's your mom."

"Rebecca, why don't you answer me? Don't you want to know about Avery?"

Mr. Black woke up immediately. He hurried to bury his head, so Molly wouldn't see his mouth was moving. He said, "Mom, I am here. I'm making out with George. So I didn't listen."

Evan was speechless.

"Oh, do I disturb you?"

"Hmm, a little. I'm about to have orgasms."

Evan was speechless again.

"Rebecca, listen to me. You have to give Mr. Black a chance too. Don't play favorites. Or it is difficult if they start getting jealous over you. I have been there, and I know."

"Mom, you're so funny. I want Mr. Black to leave now. Kick him out. I feel uncomfortable seeing him."

"Put up with it a little. He'll grow on you."

Mr. Black rolled his eyes. Why was it so hard to talk to Molly? He started wondering if she was into some weird stuff. Or she liked the threesome?

"No, I don't like him. Kick him out. I want to be alone with George."

Molly smiled, "Really? I'll think of a way to keep them apart. How about I move Mr. Black to the water room?"

Water... room?

So Molly didn't want to release him. Did he want to keep him in another torture room to drown him?

Mr. Black was really shooting himself in the feet.

He hurried to say, "It's okay. I'll put up with it."

Then he heard Evan's sneer.

Molly was satisfied, and said, "Right, that's my girl. I'll tell you..."

Mr. Black didn't want to hear anything irrelevant to Avery. He cut to the cheese, "Mom, what did you say about Avery?"

"Avery..." Molly laughed out, "You really think I can't figure out your little trick? Do you think you can get out? I'm just playing along. Don't worry. I'll throw her in the cement pool, and make her a statue. So she would keep the kneeling position forever. I'll have her in front of my daughter's grave."