Chapter 520

Natasha would definitely do whatever she could to save Hector, and

her concern for her father would only make her fall into traps easily.

At the thought of that, Dustin immediately took out his phone and

dialed Natasha's number. However, the line couldn't get through.

"She's not picking up? In that case, it seems like the Grant family

has made their move," Azalea remarked.

"Miracle doctor, time is tight. You have to choose whether to go to

the safe house to catch the murderer or to save Natasha. You can't have

your cake and eat it too."

"Only kids will choose. I want both!" As Dustin spoke, he made a hand

gesture at the window.

Soon, Isfrid hurriedly walked in with a few shadow guards.

"Mr. Rhys, we are at your command," Isfrid said respectfully.

Dustin handed the piece of paper with the safe house's address to

Isfrid. "This is where the murderer is hiding. Bring your men and head

over there right now."

"What about you, Mr. Rhys?"

"I have something else to do. Hurry up and go," Dustin urged.

"Yes, Sir!" Isfrid dared not hesitate and immediately left the place.

Seeing that, Azalea fell silent with a smile on her face.

Upon walking out of the restaurant, Dustin called Ruth. "Ruth, is

your sister at home?"

"She left with a group of shadow guards after receiving a call not

long ago. What's the matter? "Ruth replied.

"She left? Where did she go?" Dustin continued asking.

"I think she went to Basilisk Hall."

"Your sister is in danger. Send help over immediately!" Then, Dustin

hung up the phone and drove straight to Basilisk Hall.

A masquerade party that was only open to the cream of society was

going on in Basilisk Hall. Everyone was getting wild. After all, they

were all unrecognizable with the masks on. Hence, they were seizing the

chance to indulge themselves in debaucherous fun.

With a cigarette in her mouth, Jayla sat on the couch and watched the

skimpy guests on the dance floor, who were getting amatory with one

another.

As a whole, the party looked like a dissipated one.

Right then, a bodyguard walked up to her and reported in a low voice,

"Ms. Grant, Natasha is here."

"Oh, that's fast. Bring her in." Jayla put on a playful smile.

"Yes." The bodyguard obeyed and went away.

Seconds later, Natasha came in with the bodyguard. Looking at how

wild the atmosphere of the party was, she couldn't help but frown.

"This is way too much. They don't have any self-restraint at all,"

Natasha thought.

Jayla stood up with a glass of red wine in her hand. "Natasha, I

didn't expect you to have the guts to come over."

"I came here only for the truth; who exactly framed my father?"

Natasha demanded.

Before this, Natasha received a call from Jayla and was told that the

latter had a way of saving Hector. Hence, Natasha immediately rushed

over.

"Well, get down on your knees if you want to know the answer," Jayla

said with a mocking smile.

"Do you

think this is fun?" Natasha furrowed her brows.

"You don't want to kneel? I thought you cared a lot about your

father, but now it seems like I'm wrong." Jayla sneered.

"Will you tell me the truth if I fall to my knees?"

"It's not your place to negotiate with me. If you don't want your

father to die in prison, do as I say!" Jayla shouted.

After hesitating for a while, Natasha finally kneeled on the floor.

She knew Jayla was humiliating her on purpose. However, for the sake of

Hector, Natasha had no choice but to swallow her pride.

"What a good daughter!" Jayla curled the corners of her lips into a

nasty smirk.

"Now, take off your clothes."