But just then, the lights in the room suddenly blazed on. Two men who looked like bodyguards quickly restrained her and then forcibly brought her back before Howard Geoffrey.
"Let go of me! Let go!" Rebecca Quentin struggled violently; the feeling of being controlled filled her with terror.
"Let her go."
At Howard Geoffrey's command, the bodyguards immediately released Rebecca Quentin and retreated.
Rebecca Quentin rubbed her hands, sore from the bodyguards' grip, and looked up at the man before her, asking coolly, "What exactly do you want?"
Casually picking up a long cigarette, Howard Geoffrey inhaled and exhaled. Through the curling smoke, he looked at Rebecca Quentin, who had now regained her composure. "You were leaving with my child. At the very least, you should have informed me."
Rebecca Quentin looked at him and said coldly, "Stop beating around the bush. I want to know, how did you find out I was leaving?"
"You're so intelligent; how could you not guess?"
