C925 Filled with ice

He was probably in the innermost room of the house, surrounded by some old and broken houses that could barely be used. The door was ajar, and the person who had come to untie the ropes had already left the room, probably in the room next door.

An Xin came to the window of this room. The window was less than a meter wide, barely enough to stretch his body out. He then looked at his surroundings.

It was also a shabby old house, a place where no one lived.

There was no shelter downstairs, which meant she had to jump down from this building. Ten meters was enough for her to be seriously injured. When that happened, she would be in danger, so she could be at ease and give up the idea of jumping out the window to escape.

After observing his surroundings, there was nothing that benefited him. He turned his gaze towards the house.

She quietly walked towards the door. Just as she was about to open the door, a short man suddenly appeared in front of her and blocked her path.

With a fiendish look, there was a ferocious tattoo on the exposed part of his neck.

"Go back!" The man took a step back to relax before closing the door behind him.

An Xin almost fell to the ground when she was pushed by him.

One thing she was sure of was that although this room was not sealed, the kidnapper was there.

She could not escape from the window. The only door that she could leave from was too small to leave because of the people guarding outside. She could only wait for the right moment and wait for someone to come.

Two hours later, the sage appeared at the door of Mr. Wilson's studio.

Ignoring the reaction of the people in the workshop, the Holy Man went straight to Mr. Wilson's office.

Suddenly, a handsome face appeared. Although he had an Oriental appearance, his tall and straight stature and handsome face attracted many people's attention.

However, these people could only look at them with admiration and didn't dare to have any other thoughts.

Just from the aura he exuded when he first came in and the custom-made clothes all over his body, it was obvious that he was not a simple person.

Furthermore, his expression was ice-cold and his eyes seemed to be filled with ice. This person was definitely not that easy to come into contact with.

Mr. Wilson was anxiously waiting in his office for news from his own people. Hearing the door open behind him, he said irritably, "I've already said that I won't take care of anything today!" Mr. Wilson turned to look in the direction of the door.

Mr. Wilson felt a distinct sense of relief when he saw the palace sage.

"Gong Sheng, you're here. Hurry up and sit down." As he said that, he led the palace saint to a seat and decided to discuss what to do next with the palace saint.

"I'm sorry, palace saint. Don't worry, I didn't take good care of this place. I'm really sorry." Mr. Wilson said apologetically.

"It's fine, I believe my wife will be fine." Gong Sheng also believed that his men would definitely be able to find An Xin and bring her back safely.

"By the way, where is Lady Sarah now?" Gong Sheng continued asking.

It had always seemed to him that Mrs. Sala's presence here was not simply a matter of having Mr. Wilson design clothes. Now that his wife was in trouble, his first thought was of Mrs. Sala.

Of course, he would not suspect that Madam Sarah would kidnap his wife. After all, she was a noble of the Mi Kingdom. Even if she wanted to, she would not do so again in Milan.