Chapter 510: Chapter 510

A few well-trained men got out of the car. Seeing her face, they immediately took a cloth and placed it over her nose. Ashley Dawson passed out right away.

"It’s her, right? The photo in that kid’s wallet is of her."

"Take her away. Only with her here will that kid tell us the truth."

The men were talking loudly, but by this time Ashley Dawson was completely unconscious.

Ashley was taken to a dark environment, and a basin of cold water was poured over her, waking her up immediately.

A man wearing a mask appeared in front of her, holding a white cat. The cat had heterochromatic eyes and stared at her quietly.

"Who are you? Why have you brought me here?"

Ashley was a bit scared, it was her first time facing such a scene.

The man’s lips curled up. He placed the cat on the ground and slowly opened a door beside him.

Ashley’s legs felt weak, and she was escorted by two men, quickly entering an inner chamber.

Before she got close, she smelled a stench of blood. Bloodstains were everywhere, making it especially terrifying. This place was truly fitting for filming a horror movie.

The man pointed ahead. Ashley looked up, following the direction of his finger, and immediately saw Dylan Dawson hanging there.

Dylan’s body was covered in wounds, with blood dripping slowly to the floor where it pooled. She suspected he might already be dead.

Her face turned pale instantly, and she nodded shakily.

"He is Dylan Dawson."

A trace of a smile flashed across the man’s eyes as he took out a photo from the wallet.

"This is you, right?"

The face was identical to Ashley’s, but Ashley was very sure that the woman wasn’t her. It should be Eleanor Hollis.

She pressed her lips together and said nothing, her mind blank.

"What do you want to do?"

She didn’t directly say yes or no but asked this instead.

The man took her silence as affirmation, his lips curling into a grin.

"Dylan Dawson is quite capable. He killed my younger brother before, and I’ve searched for him for a long time. I finally caught him. I saw him hide your photo in his wallet, so you must be the woman he loves. I’ll have to trouble you now. Help me find out what the code to the safe is. If you can’t, both you and she will die."

The man’s voice was very sinister, his eyes glinting with a bizarre light.

Ashley trembled with fear, puzzled why she didn’t just tell him that the woman was Eleanor Hollis, not her; maybe that way, she’d have a sliver of hope. Googlᴇ search novel fire.net

She was repulsed by the thought of doing that. When did she become so kind-hearted?

With a bit of self-mockery, she walked towards Dylan, uncertain if he was still alive upon seeing the pool of blood on the ground.

She tried to keep her voice steady, reaching out to hold him.

Dylan’s forehead was also covered in blood. Hearing someone call him, his consciousness began to return, and he looked up to see Eleanor Hollis by his side.

Eleanor Hollis? How could Eleanor be here? Did those bastards snatch her from Hugo Quinn?

He moaned these two words, his eyes red.

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. His senses were still unclear, and he couldn’t tell she was Ashley, which was good.

"They want me to ask you, what’s the code to the safe?"

She guessed that the so-called safe must be very important to Dylan, so he was unwilling to reveal it.

Dylan was silent, slowly lowering his head.

When he was abroad, he helped a man with some matters. That man was essentially his former employer, and the safe contained a list.

In modern society, networks are so advanced. The former employer felt that storing the list on a phone or computer was unsafe, as hackers could easily steal all the data by attacking those devices. And his opponents were top-tier hackers in the world.

Therefore, the former employer wrote the list down meticulously, putting it in the safe, and after he died, he passed the safe on to Dylan. It was everyone’s lives, and it absolutely couldn’t fall into that man’s hands.

He said this softly, his eyes red, not daring to look at her.

Ashley pressed her lips, fearfully glancing at the man, who was evidently losing patience.

"Bring them all in, and take turns with this woman. I refuse to believe that watching the woman he likes get violated, he can remain indifferent!"

The man shouted, and soon four or five men came in from outside.

Dylan’s eyelids fluttered a few times, his face full of conflict.

He shouldn’t have put Eleanor Hollis’s photo in his wallet; a fugitive like him should never have developed feelings for a girl.

If it weren’t for him, Eleanor wouldn’t have been dragged into this.

Ashley had already been seized, pressed to the ground, with someone starting to tear at her dress.

She was terrified, but seeing that Dylan endured such torment without revealing the password, she pursed her lips, pushed away a few men, and walked to his side.

"Is that password important to you?"

She panted, eyes full of a do-or-die determination.

Dylan nodded; if the password were leaked out, his death would be in vain.

Ashley slowly smiled, realizing Eleanor ought to thank her; if it weren’t for her, it would be Eleanor being captured tonight.

"Then don’t say it. Let’s die together. I’m Ashley Dawson, not Eleanor Hollis. I guess the one you care about should be her. In a moment, I’ll draw a gun, first kill you, then myself. Are you afraid of death?"

The man standing not far away thought they were discussing the password and didn’t stop their conversation.

Dylan’s lips tightened; it turned out to be Ashley, and he hadn’t recognized her just now.

Wasn’t she the person who hated Eleanor Hollis the most? Why is she doing this now?

Ashley sneered, she might have taken the wrong medicine today, first trying to patch things up with Eleanor, and now dying for her, while Eleanor had said she didn’t want her around.

After tonight, she truly wouldn’t be by her side anymore.

Thinking like that, it really was a bit sad. They were clearly family, yet they never got along well.

"Consider it my debt to her. It’s a pity she doesn’t know what I’m doing. Otherwise, she’d be moved to tears."

Even at such a time, Ashley didn’t forget to tease.

Dylan lowered his eyes, suddenly holding her in higher regard.

"I’m not afraid of death."

Ashley suddenly closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, and left his side.

The few men not far away pounced on her again, groping her.

Ashley directly opened a man’s holster, pulled out a gun, and aimed it at Dylan.

Dylan felt a sharp pain, and everything went silent. All things began to slowly fade away, losing color.