The Apple of My Eye novel Chapter 2150

"Rob" took a glance at Charles and then at Vicky before approaching Vicky.

Compared with Charles, the air around Vicky seemed to be much fresher, and the pressure was much less.

Meanwhile, "Ferry," who had stayed where he was, was more nervous. His body was still shaking as he didn't know what was waiting for him.

Vicky nodded at Charles. "Okay, give me half a day. I promise to give you back the real 'Rob.'"

"Go ahead," Charles said.

After they left, Charles raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who couldn't stop trembling.

"Let's go." Charles strode towards the inner room.

"Ferry" immediately ran after him, not daring to say a word.

In the basement

Rob was being tormented so badly that his body was covered in bruises, and his clothes were ragged.

There were scars on his face, both old and new ones.

Even then, he wouldn't tell the truth. No matter how much he was questioned, he refused to tell them anything about the antidote.

A man in black with crew-cut hair was on the verge of breaking down. He had interrogated more than ten prisoners here. It usually didn't take long for them to give up. But none of them had as much endurance as Rob did.

"Tinsel, I think we need to tell the boss the truth. If we continue like this, he won't survive. Boss doesn't want that," another man in black said worriedly.

The man with crew-cut hair was Tinsel. He agreed with what his companion said. After all, his boss attached great importance to Rob. If they killed him, they wouldn't get away with it, and they would need to take responsibility for it.

Just as he was hesitating, he heard a set of familiar footsteps from above.

Hearing that, Tinsel straightened up. He didn't have to worry about it any longer because his boss was here.

A few moments later, Charles appeared at the door of the basement.

The two greeted Charles with much respect, "Boss."

Charles waved at them as he approached Rob.

Rob was pretty tired. He was resting, keeping his eyes closed. When he heard the footsteps, he opened them.

"You're finally here. Ha-ha!" Rob said, chuckling as he looked at Charles.

His voice was harsh and raspy.

Charles kept his gaze on him and waited for him to stop laughing. He asked, "Where's the antidote?"

"I'll give you the antidote as soon as my boss is released," Rob replied with a grim smile.

Charles squinted at Rob without saying anything.

This made Rob lower his head, but even then, he still refused to tell Charles where the antidote was.

"How about we make a deal? I'll trade my boss's life for your son's. You have nothing to lose." Rob smiled proudly again.

"Deal," Charles answered briefly.

"You... You agree?" Rob said excitedly.

"But how can I make sure that you have the antidote?" Charles asked abruptly as he leaned forward.

After a moment's hesitation, Rob smiled cunningly, "It's easy. Give me your cell phone. I'll make a call to ask someone to give your son half of the antidote, and then his condition will improve. With the other half, he'll be cured."

Charles felt a little excited inside, but he didn't show it on his face. He already knew this but since Rob had confirmed it, he knew then that the antidote really did work.