Chapter 2
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Seeming to realize something, Albert turned his head to look at the girl kneeling on the floor, frantically devouring the sandwich.
The sandwich was terribly dry, making it difficult for Yimo Qiao to swallow.
"Where did he take the contract?" Sichen Fleming pressed.
"Italy." Albert turned back and answered respectfully.
"Oh?" The man's surprised face betrayed a hint of madness. "That's his hometown. Come to think of it, he made quite a contribution curry-favoring the Italian Mafia back then."
Albert nodded: "That is true."
"If he hadn't offended me, he'd definitely be your most capable right-hand man, Albert."
Sichen Fleming expressed with great appreciation.
Albert, however, looked completely disdainful: "So what if he's a bad seed? Doesn't he still bow down before you, Boss?"
The man curled his lips, looking down at the object inside the jar like a deity:
"So I suppose I've done another good deed by ridding the public of an evil. The Chairman of NC will surely be grateful to me for spending time flirting with his son."
Albert echoed: "To receive your care, Boss, is naturally their good fortune."
The man waved his hand, giving a concise order: "Send his hand back."
Albert bowed and withdrew: "Yes, sir."
They were speaking... in English the entire time...
Yimo Qiao ate her sandwich while pricking up her ears to listen.
Although English was her best subject...
She still felt nervous and scared speaking with foreigners in person. Besides, back home she never had the chance to interact with foreigners... Plus, spoken English was quite different from textbook English, so Yimo Qiao had to listen carefully to understand even a little bit.
Huh?
Is that...
Seeing Albert walk over, she caught a glimpse of the item inside the bag. A sudden wave of nausea hit her stomach, and her face turned instantly pale!
What Albert was carrying...
Was a hand?!
Just as she was about to throw up, Yimo Qiao immediately covered her mouth.
Only Albert gave her food. If she threw up, who knew when she'd see him again!
—She forced herself to swallow the food surging in her throat back down.
"..."
Staring wild-eyed at the floor, extreme panic overwhelmed her mind!
Thinking about how she had met Sichen Fleming in a place like Baiser City, could he be a Mafia boss?
Oh no!
Yimo Qiao trembled all over, her face frozen!
Back in Baiser City she had been too agitated, solely focused on the fact that he was the only one who could understand her Chinese, without even bothering to learn who this man was! Back then she wanted to leave Baiser City so badly that no matter what conditions he set, she had agreed without hesitation!
What if he killed her after sleeping with her?!
Yimo Qiao shook her head.
No!
She was brought out of that hellhole by him!
Sichen Fleming had also promised that as long as she spent one night with him, she could return home!
Besides, this green-eyed giant named Albert didn't seem to have any intention of laying a hand on her either!
Right!
Calm down, calm down!
Yimo Qiao readjusted her chaotic breathing...
Her bruised, tiny body shifted, finding a comfortable position to keep kneeling as she silently finished the remaining sandwich.
Albert walked over to the European tea table and poured water into a glass.
As he brushed past Yimo Qiao, his index finger tapped her shoulder, dropping a tiny white pill onto her knee.
Albert's voice was so quiet that only the two of them could hear. He instructed her in Chinese: "There's water over there. Your body is weak. Taking this will make you more excited. Remember not to offend the boss.
If you make my boss unhappy, I will turn you into an ancient human pig. Do you hear me, little mouse?"
Human...
Human pig...
Yimo Qiao felt her scalp go numb.
A human pig was that ancient, horrific torture, right?
Before she could respond, Albert closed the door and left.
After a while, keeping her composure, Yimo Qiao picked up the pill and looked at it.
The giant had said this was a drug to make her excited, meaning it wasn't the kind of aphrodisiac that worked on anyone.
Forget it, she still chose to use the medicine bought from the black market.
The lavish bedroom restored its tranquility. The seductive atmosphere lingering in the air had long dissipated with Albert's arrival...
It felt a bit chilly now. Yimo Qiao rubbed her arms slightly to keep warm, turning her head to look at the glass of water on the tea table.
After an unknown amount of time, the noble figure finally moved.
He slowly walked toward the bathroom when out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the small lump not far from the gauze canopy.
"..." The man stopped in his tracks, his brows furrowing tightly.
Who was this?
He saw her preparing to crawl toward the tea table, but noticing him getting up, she immediately knelt obediently again, hanging her tiny head.
Sneaky and timid, like a cute spring coil.
Sichen Fleming remained silent.
After a moment's thought.
Oh, he remembered.
It was that dirty girl who was willing to throw herself at him even at the risk of her life, begging him in broken English to save her.
Among the crowd of seductive women, her Asian face, features, and long black hair were quite similar to that b***h.
(Note: As a foreigner, he unconsciously felt Asians looked somewhat alike.)
At any rate, he had never played around with such a petite woman before, so he had casually brought her back.
Now that she was washed so clean, he really couldn't recognize her at first glance...
Yimo Qiao timidly raised her eyes, colliding with those cold, bloodthirsty blue pupils.
Frightened, she pressed her head even lower, her mouth still secretly chewing on food, looking like a little stealing cat.
Childish.
Sichen Fleming walked into the bathroom to shower without interest. Yimo Qiao poked her head out to observe, estimating he wouldn't come out anytime soon.
When he came out, would they start doing it?
Then she had to drink the black-market medicine as quickly as possible!
Yimo Qiao crawled over cautiously and rapidly, turning her head as she crawled to check on the bathroom.
A distance of three meters took immense effort for her to reach the tea table.
With a guilty conscience, she tore open the medicine packet, watching the bathroom's movements while doing so.
She was so nervous that even her breathing went haywire!
Yimo Qiao tried her best to suppress the fear in her heart, pouring the powder into the water glass and shaking it continuously.
Until the drug completely dissolved and the water returned to its original clear state.
Just as Yimo Qiao was about to lift the glass, the water in the bathroom suddenly stopped—
Oh no!!
Without giving her time to think, the bathroom door opened!—
Terrified, Yimo Qiao retracted her hand! Like a springing cat, she instantly bounced back to her original spot!
Her breathing was rapid, cold sweat dripping from her forehead, her heart pounding frantically...
"What are you doing?"
Sichen Fleming put on a belted long bathrobe and walked out while drying his short hair.
His muscular frame made him look wildly domineering. His abs were faintly visible beneath the bathrobe, his aggressive presence suffocating...
"I... I wanted to drink water..." Yimo Qiao didn't dare lift her head, completely crushed by his intimidating aura, her voice barely audible.
"Did I give you permission?" Throwing the towel aside, his low voice was bone-chillingly cold and villainous.
Behind him, humid mist still lingered in the bathroom, creating a sensual mood...
"I'm sorry... I was too thirsty..." Yimo Qiao apologized sincerely.
"Is that so?"
He asked back icily, picked up the glass of water to inspect it, then tilted his head back and drank it clean.
"!!!"
Yimo Qiao was so shocked her eyes nearly popped out!! She quickly ducked her head again!
Ahhhh! Why did he drink that water?!
What should I do?!
Yimo Qiao felt a storm of complex emotions, but since she was begging for his help now, she had no choice but to swallow her anxiety and stay quiet.
The immune-to-all-poisons man finished the water. A crisp click of a metal lighter sounded as he nonchalantly lit a cigarette.
The flame reflected his face, thin lips lightly biting the cigarette, wildly arrogant...
An extraordinarily handsome face was hidden within the smoke and darkness.
He stared straight at her like a demon, devouring every inch of her skin.
The girl trembled uncontrollably. In her blurry vision, she felt him watching her, so Yimo Qiao avoided his strange gaze.
"Can you speak English?" Sichen Fleming inquired.
"N-Not really..."
"Then speak Chinese."
"Okay... Thank you..." Yimo Qiao nervously expressed her gratitude.
The man let out an amused chuckle. "You're quite brave, daring to drug me right in front of my face. Unfortunately for you, you miscalculated, little thing."
Holding his cigarette between long fingers, he stated nonchalantly, "However, I will only give you this one chance to drug me."
"I didn't drug you... My body is weak, that was just health supplement..."
Yimo Qiao stammered defensively, her pale face ghost-white!
"Is that so?" He narrowed his long, narrow eyes.
"..."
Yimo Qiao remained silent. This guy was huge... so intimidating... Would he end up killing her...? Thinking of this, her hands began to shake...
"Come here." A magnificent voice crashed over her.
"..."
The girl's breath hitched. She bit her lip and crawled over timidly and submissively, kneeling in front of him, still too scared to look at him.
She had been tortured for nearly three months in Baiser City, suffering various brutal beatings, which had injured her eyes and made her vision blurry...
She couldn't see Sichen Fleming's appearance clearly... nor did she dare to look... but right now she was begging for his help. Endure it—just survive tonight and she could go home!
The man bent half his body down, his large hand supporting her chin, lifting it to force her to meet his gaze.
"Am I terrifying to look at?"
Yimo Qiao didn't dare breathe, her heart racing: "No... It's just that I have no experience in bed..."
"Which is why you need to learn." The man stated noncommittally.
"Yes..."
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