Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) novel Chapter 406

Summary for Chapter 406: Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason)

Chapter Summary: Chapter 406 – Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason) by Gloria Warren

In Chapter 406, a key moment in the Romance novel Starting with A Divorce novel (Ainsley and Cason), Gloria Warren delivers powerful storytelling, emotional shifts, and critical plot development. This chapter deepens the reader’s connection to the characters and sets the stage for upcoming revelations.

Chapter 406 Cut Her Tongue

Ainsley finished watching the video. She did not expect Dana to give her such a big surprise.

She wanted to call Matteo, but before she could do that, Matteo's call came.

"Matteo, I have seen the video."

Matteo was stunned. "That guy is too quick, but I called you not for this issue. It's about another thing."

"What?" Ainsley's heart skipped a beat.

"Dana is missing."

Ainsley thought about the wounds on Dana's back in the video and mocked, "Wasn't she forced to do that?"

"People always believe what they see. Even if there are doubts, they just believe they are Sherlock Holmes. They thought they knew the truth, but they are just controlled," Matteo said sarcastically.

But no matter what, it was useless to mention this.

"Matteo, I need your help. Could you find out where Dana is?" Ainsley's eyes got deeper.

"I've sent someone to investigate. By the way, I'm afraid that Irene will be released soon."

"I had expected this day to come. We still underestimated the Wade family and ... we underestimated Irene too much." Irene had much power in Seattle for so long. She shouldn't have been underestimated.

After this video was posted on the hot search, it was hung in the hottest search for an hour. Matteo had sent people to suppress the heat, but the Wade family should work more to hype it up.

In a secret room, Dana looked at the old man in front of her in fear. "I have done as you instructed. Can you let me go now?"

She was tied up and her whole body was bruised. It had been two days since she was kidnapped. No one had given her food and drink. She could only be beaten up every day.

These beatings were used as tools to make people pity her. Dana did not know who this old man was, but she understood that it had something to do with Irene.

Brady's eyes were gloomy. He stared at Dana. When he opened his mouth, Dana could not stop trembling. "I can let you go. Don't forget what you said in the video today. I can catch you no matter where you escape."

"However, I'm not sure if you will be able to leave so easily next time."

Dana held her own hands and nodded while trembling. "I know, I know. What this video says is true. Ainsley forced me to do this."

Brady nodded with satisfaction. With a wave of his hand, someone came over and untied Dana.

Under the oppressive atmosphere, Dana hurriedly left.

When she walked out of the secret room and saw the sunlight again, she was sure that this was the suburbs, and there was not even a passerby.

Dana ran away with all her might, but she always felt that someone was following her again.

There was no shelter on the deserted road. She turned around and saw a car following her from the direction of the secret room.

They hadn't even run one mile when the car caught up to her and three men jumped down from the car.

Dana screamed in horror, "That man just said that he would let me go. What do you want to do?"

’Sir never listens to useless nonsense. He just said that he would let you go, but he didn't say that he would let you be safe and sound. You made a mistake, so you have to pay some price. We will keep your tongue."

The man took out a dagger from behind him and a cold glare was shot at Dana's eyes.

"No! No!"

The other two men walked directly to Dana and grabbed her arm. "Don't move."

Dana had been hungry for two days and two nights and had no strength to struggle. She soon pressed the two men to the ground.

The man holding the dagger slowly approached Dana, and a cold light flashed.

"Ah!"

Dana fainted in pain and opened her eyes again, only to find that she was thrown at the door of her house.

It was dark in the corridor, and she was horrified to find that her tongue was gone.

Manuel did not like this kind of entertainment, which was very boring, but he still had to go through this case.

He drank a few glasses of wine before pretending to be drunk and leaving the room.

After stumbling along the road for a while, the hall attendant ran over and asked considerately, "Sir, do you need help?"

Manuel raised his head, straightened his back, and calmly looked at the attendant. "No need."

The parking attendant had driven Manuel's car to the door.

Manuel took the key and sat in the driver's seat. He suddenly thought of Ainsley.

What was she doing now?

He shook his head, and the attendant knocked on the window.

Manuel lowered the window and looked at the attendant without saying a word.

’Sir, you drank. Do you need me to call a substitute for you?" The attendant's voice was clear and bright.

Manuel frowned, got off the car, and raised his hand to rub his hair.

This seemed to be the first time he disregarded his image in public.

"What a hassle." After muttering these two words, Manuel threw the key to the attendant.

The attendant was stunned. When he came back to his thoughts, Manuel had already walked a few feet away.

Manuel was not drunk. His consciousness was clear.

He had just suddenly lost all of his strength. He walked aimlessly on this busy street.

When he passed by a crossroad, the ear-piercing sound of a flute suddenly buzzed Manuel's head.

The bloody scene covered his vision. Manuel was like a puppet that had lost its soul, muddling along as he approached the fog.