Flint still sat tensely on the sofa. Hearing that his lover was in danger, he was speechless. He had always considered himself perfect. His only flaw was that his past trauma still haunted him. However, now that the wounds of his past trauma had healed, his true flaw was his lover.
He clenched his right fist tightly. He hated his life. Every time he wanted to save someone he cared about, he had to sacrifice that person himself.
"What do you think, Flint? Are you still stubborn about wanting revenge on me?"
"Where is Ellen?"
"I already gave you the clue."
Flint got up from the couch and grabbed his enemy by the collar of his shirt. "Where are you holding her?!"
"The warehouse your father usually visited. It also caught fire. But now it's in disrepair due to lack of renovation."
Without thinking, Flint placed his flash drive on the table. "Is this what you wanted?!"
