Chapter 4

"What do you mean?" I asked.

The boss seemed to be enjoying my fear. Not in a hurry to take action, he dragged a chair over to sit beside me.

"Since you're going to die, I'll kindly enlighten you. Mr. Fullton isn't some adopted younger brother, but Ms. Sommer's childhood friend. Their families are long-time friends. The Sommer family doesn't think highly of you, so to force Ms. Sommer into breaking up with you, they decided to put you through these 'true love tests'.

"Mr. Fullton pretended to be her younger brother so that he could oversee the tests. As for why he tortured you 998 times…"

He leaned closer to smack my face lightly, his eyes shining with wicked delight.

"That's because you stole his woman, and he's very pissed about that. Seeing you look as pathetic as an abandoned puppy and risking your life for a pitiful amount of money is the only way to sate his fury. Only with you dead can he smoothly step in and marry Ms. Sommer.

"As for you…" A malicious glint entered his gaze. "You're quite handsome. It's such a pity that Mr. Fullton specifically instructed me to make sure your entire body ends up burned raw. I'm then supposed to fully seal you in the silicon so that you slowly suffocate to death.

"However…"

His cloudy eyes raked across my body before he brought the scissors closer. With a snip, he cut open my jacket, revealing my muscled chest.

"It's such a waste for you to die like that. Some of those wealthy wives have, ah, particular fetishes. Since we're going to ruin you anyway, we might as well give them a little something to benefit from your death."

He then turned to order his men, "Pin him down! I'm going to cut off his dick! Who knows how many people will like that!"

Several burly men immediately came over to roughly pin me to the workbench.

"Get the hell off of me! Don't touch me!"

I struggled wildly, desperation driving me to claw and punch at them.

However, this only resulted in punch after punch landing on my body and face.

"Settle down!"

"Kiara, save me! Kiara!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I attempted to crawl toward the door.

Several large hands clamped down on my legs and dragged me right back to the workbench.

Despair crashed over me, threatening to drag me under.

In my mind, I wailed, "Winona, where are you…"

Just as I was about to give up and end my life, the heavy steel door was violently kicked open from the outside.

Light instantly streamed in from the outside, illuminating the dark workshop.

As I stared at the backlit figure coming in, I gritted my teeth and yelled, "Winona—"

However, when I got a better look at who the new arrival was, the hand I had stretched out froze in mid-air.