Chapter 480. Victor’s Story

Raising an eyebrow, Victor reclined on the bed, enjoying his cigarette, and with interest, he said, “Yes. Tell me the story between you two.”

Estelle then extended her tied-up hands and requested, “Could you please untie the rope first? The phone is smashed, and you’ve sent away the hotel staff. I can’t escape.”

Hearing this, Victor hesitated, inspecting her carefully, thinking whether he should trust her.

“If I intended to flee, my only option would be to jump out of the window. But we’re on the twelfth floor. I’d die if I did that, so you needn’t worry about me escaping,” Estelle assured him.

With a chuckle, Victor asked, “Miss Hudson, you’re a jewelry designer, correct?”

“Yes,” Estelle affirmed.

“Your hands must be very precious to you, then. You should take good care of them,” Victor remarked with a suggestive tone.

Estelle didn’t quite understand his implication.

Victor proceeded, “You’re right. You can’t run away. I’ll untie the