Why Did You Only Trust Dalton?

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a dilapidated office building.

Jacob looked at the environment ahead, and the expression on his face darkened.

Due to Henry's special position, his detention was destined to be different from an ordinary one.

Special personnel, special location—apart from the investigation team, no one else knew.

On the way here, he had imagined many places where his father might be held, but he never expected his father to be locked up in such a place.

The surrounding area was desolate, with no signs of life. Not even a rat would come by without shaking its head and sighing.

The car door opened, and the group got out.

Max stepped forward first and knocked on the iron-barred door in front of them.

After a short moment, a strong beam of flashlight was directed at their faces.

Cynthia instinctively squinted and raised her hand to shield her eyes, barely making out a man in uniform.