Chapter 408 Choose Who to Survive

There was only a single photograph above.

Ziana was bound to a chair, her eyes covered with a black cloth, appearing disheveled and pitiable, drenched from head to toe.

Boris could barely hold the phone in his hand.

Upon witnessing this, Nell quickly stepped over, helping to catch it, and asked, perplexed, "Mr. Lewis?"

Boris paid no attention, took a deep breath, his face frosty and composed, and swiftly dialed the number back.

The other person answered promptly.

It was an unfamiliar voice. After reporting the time and address in one sentence, warning him that only one person was allowed to come, the person simply hung up the phone.

Boris squeezed the phone tightly, wanting to crush it.

Sensing the heavy atmosphere around him, Nell tentatively inquired, "Mr. Lewis, what... What's happening?"

Boris handed him the phone.