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Following that command, Uncle Olsen kicked out fiercely!

“Bang!”

The door was kicked open, sending wood splinters flying, but the two of them didn’t care and rushed straight into the room!

They saw the master bedroom’s floor was wet, and Mrs. Olsen’s hands were tied to the bathroom handrail with a belt; the floor was strewn with a bath towel and torn clothes…

Mrs. Olsen’s face was filled with anger and despair, her body trembling slightly.

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