Will the Aloof Billionaire Divorce Today?-Chapter 821: Take Them Inside

After swaying for a while, the car drove onto a small bridge.

The small bridge didn’t even have handrails. Looking out under the illumination of the car lights shining on the road, there was a river on both sides of the bridge. The light was dim, making the river pitch black at night. Plus, with not a soul around, it was easy to imagine some terrifying scenes.

As if to amplify the creepy atmosphere, occasional calls of a crow echoed, sounding chilling.

After driving along a winding mountain road for an hour, with Scarlett Yates’s stomach churning and barely resisting the urge to vomit, the car finally stopped.

After getting out of the car, Scarlett Yates found it had stopped outside a small building.

The white building looked very old, with most of its exterior wall flaking off, and moss grew on it.

In this desolate wilderness, such an old building that seemed abandoned for a long time looked like a haunted house.

Could it be that these people are planning to silence them here?

A chill rose up Scarlett Yates’s back, instinctively she moved closer to Matthew Saxon.

Honestly, in such a godforsaken place, killing someone would indeed be hard to find.

After all, Scarlett Yates had deliberately memorized the route while in the car, but now, recalling the journey, she had no clue.

Even if these people let her go now, she’d most likely not find her way out of here.

Fortunately, the eerie "haunted house" had lights on, and the dim light added a hint of life.

The wooden door creaked open.

Someone came out from inside, glanced at Scarlett Yates and Matthew Saxon, then said, "Bring them in."

"Second Young Master, please."

The man with sunglasses beside them pointed the muzzle of his gun toward the inside, and Matthew Saxon smirked, retracting his gaze, took Scarlett Yates’s hand, and laughed, "This building seems a bit aged. Let’s go tour inside."

He seemed like he was on vacation.

Scarlett Yates’s mind wasn’t as strong as his; she only felt that once inside this "haunted house," getting out might be impossible.

These people had spent so much time bringing them here, they probably intended to quietly dispose of them in this secluded spot.

She couldn’t help but grip Matthew Saxon’s hand tightly, with a pessimistic mood, she walked in with him.

The haunted house looked quite old from the outside, but the inside wasn’t as bad as Scarlett Yates imagined.

At least there wasn’t a thick layer of dust on the furniture that she expected from the seemingly abandoned building.

In fact, despite the simplicity, the room was clean.

Once Matthew Saxon and she entered, they were locked inside a bedroom.

The door closed with the sound of a lock quickly following.

The windows in the room were nailed shut so tightly that not even a breeze could come through.

From being followed, forced to stop, to having a gun pointed at their heads and brought here, Scarlett Yates’s tightly wound nerves finally relaxed, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

She didn’t move, her face was still pale under the light, lips equally pale, and her hand hanging by her side continued trembling.

Only now were her legs truly weak, no strength left in them.

After such a fright and holding on for so long, all emotions surged forth now, her mind went blank for a good four to five seconds, and she was in a state of emptiness.