INTERVIEW FROM HER
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*Meanwhile, in a dark underground warehouse*
Leo’s POV
“f**k! Who the hell are you?!"
I'm now seated in front of Raven Gray, who wears a crumpled grey suit and is kneeing on the dirty floor. My face is expressionless as I watch him attempt to get the leash off his neck. He couldn't see me since a black cloth was securely knotted over his eyes.
My assistant Mark, along with the three guards, is standing behind me.
I calmly stopped and watched him battle with himself to get off the rope till he was exhausted. I didn't feel sorry for him.
After a few minutes of useless struggle, he finally stopped cursing and began to breath hard like a dying dog.
"Did you really cheat on Madeleine Watson?" I walked up to him, lifting his chin with the tip of my foot.
The man laughed as his head was in my direction because he already knew where the source of the voice was. He still shook his head as if something was funny in what I said.
"I don’t know what the f**k are you talking about, you bastard," he responded. I noticed his upper lip drop as he stopped laughing. "But be prepared to go to prison if I find out who you are!"
“…” I remained silent since I was still restrained.
I extended my hand behind my back and Mark placed the whip he had been holding.
I whacked the whip hard on the ground. The loud noise echoed through the warehouse, making him scary.
"O-oh… I-I mean, we can discuss anything. Just get me out of here; no one will leak information or know what happened.”
It’s entertaining seeing him shaking.
“I am the breadwinner in our family, and both of my parents are ill... please… please don't do this to me!”
“Answer me,” I slapped him on the face with the whip, “Did you, ever, really cheat on Madeleine Watson?”
“I-I did…but that’s not my bad! We had broken up already and I swear I never hurt her!”
I just sneered.
“Please let me go!” He walked up to me with his knee, begging and shaking.
“You-you like her right? If you want, I can share Madeleine with you —- "
I didn't let him finish and whipped his body. I had planned to do it since I met him.
"Ahh.. Urgh!" he yelled and knelt. As he struggled to raise his head, he pushed his face on the filthy floor. "Please have mercy on me. I'll do anything you want. Just stop…”
Sweat condensed on my brow as I could already feel the redness in my chest from my wrath. Whenever I am provoked, I could be a nasty guy.
I straightened up and glanced at him as he lay on the ground. I had no sympathy for him. This kind of individual should be unforgivable.
I handed over the whip I was holding to a guard.
"From what I've learned, you have a relationship with your supervisor Linda. Isn't she already married? What if I informed Linda's husband you were having an affair with her? Is this what he will do to you too, or perhaps..." I came to a halt and saw how terrified he was when he swallowed.
"Or maybe he'll kill you straight away."
“N-no, please. I beg you, I merely did all of it to promote faster in our company." He is creeping towards me like a worm, despite the fact that his blindfold is still on.
"I liked Madeleine, but I couldn't stand her being better than me. As a result, my self-esteem suffers." Because of the pallor on his complexion, I can see his dread. "If you let me go now, I'll leave Linda and go back to Madeleine."
The extreme anger grew inside me because of what he asserted.
How shameful.
"You don't deserve it," I exclaimed, kicking his face to urge him to lie down again.
"Clean everything here," I said sternly to the guards, who nodded respectfully.
When I heard the man's persistent pleadings, I turned around and took a step forward.
“Let me go here! I beg you to change!”
I didn't pay attention to any of it.
Mark sighed. "... Boss, I've never seen you become violent. You've been so far away from youself that I've only known just for Miss Waston. It seems she is too important to you."
My footsteps quickened as I pondered why I was exerting so much effort for Madeleine given the fact that it was just a one-night encounter. I also did not respond to my Mark's query.
For the last several days, the vision of her has not sent me to sleep whenever I shut my eyes.
We were getting closer to my car when Mark’s phone rang.
"Boss, you've got a pending interview from…" He said with an odd expression.
“Decline it. " I interrupted him at once.
"…From Madeleine Waston."
I stopped walking and it was as if I became deaf.
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