Chapter 5880

At the thought, Bowen wanted to end his own life, but his arms and feet were bound to the iron pole, and he could not move at all.

Was he going to be tortured to death by Tyson like that?

All at once, Bowen was nothing but hopeless. Suddenly, the image of Veron came into his mind, and he still smiled.

It was terrible that he was in that state, but at least Ninth Lady was fine.

What a pity it was that he would never see her again in his life.

Creak…

Just as Bowen was lost in his own thoughts, a series of light footsteps came from outside. The door of the dungeon cracked open, and a charming figure slipped through it.

Bowen lit up upon seeing who it was. He thought that he was hallucinating things.

It was Veron.

Veron had woken up during the day, and she had spent the day infiltrating the grounds snooping around for news. In the end, she had heard that Bowen had been thrown into the palace dungeon, so she rushed over once night fell.

Bowen stopped short, croaking out the words.