Chapter 17

"Rosalie, I told you it was useless. Everything you do is in vain. Behave good and listen to me, and only in this way will you and those you care about be safe."

He said with a deep chuckle.

Rosalie felt herself struggling to breathe: "What the hell are you going to do?"

"Play a game with me."

His voice was cold and ruthless: "Those people you care about are my counters Don't try to pull any trick."

She hung up the phone and slapped her face with cool water to adjust herself.

When she came to the magazine office, Nessia, another editor, rushed to her and said, "Rosalie, your aunt is sitting in a wheelchair pushed by your uncle. Your uncle seems to be in a bad mood."

Rosalie pushed the door in.

Once inside, she saw her uncle Ken's fat body spread out on the sofa with a sleepy face with a torn dress on the desk.

That was the dress she weared when Victor raped her. She threw it in the trash when she came back last night.

"How did this nice dress get torn like this? Full of smell