Survival Show : Tricked

Chapter 002: Terry

Chapter 2: Terry

The rain came down in an unpredictable downpour, as if it wanted to cry over Sion's miserable state. He roared, frustrated by the situation.

His crimson eyes stared hatefully at the magnificent building of his in-laws, who were partying happily inside. Meanwhile, he had to feel frustrated because of his poor financial condition.

Sion's breathing was labored. The rainwater pouring down his body and the cold air piercing his skin to the bone seemed to be ignored by him. Sion patted his chest, then wiped away the tears on his cheeks that mixed with the rainwater.

Sion got up from his position and picked up the bag containing his clothes that were certainly soaked. He had to find a loan as soon as possible so that his mother could be treated.

But the problem was, where should he look? Moreover, he needed the money now. Ah, it felt like he was at a dead end. Once again, he felt frustrated.

While still lost in thought, Sion sensed that the rain was no longer falling on his body. There was a black umbrella shading him.

Sion turned his head to the side, finding a man clad in a dark blue suit with bright brown eyes smiling at him.

"Who are you?"

The man pointed at himself without breaking his smile. "Me? I'm just a passerby," he said casually, shoving one hand into his pants pocket.

"What are you doing here? Why are you letting yourself get drenched in rainwater?"

Siom cast his gaze to the side, reluctant to answer that simple question. His mind was still frantic, and his emotions still hadn't subsided.

The man sighed, then adjusted his dropped glasses. "I apologize for asking about your personal business. But what if we take shelter? It's not good to stay out in the rain for too long. You could get hypothermia."

"Thank you for your concern." Sion replied with a trembling voice. His face looked paler than before. However, he forced a smile despite his broken heart.

"But sorry. I must refuse. I have to go somewhere else."

Just as Sion was about to walk out from under the umbrella that shaded the two, the man held back his hand. Which made Sion turn to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Your clothes are wet and your face is very pale," he commented, looking intently at Sion's face. "Come on, you better come with me. Incidentally, in my car, I have some spare clothes you can wear."

"Sorry, but I have to—"

"I insist!" The man raised his tone slightly. "I'll feel guilty and not be able to sleep well if I let you go home in this state. Do you want me to be like that?"

Sion's insecurities rose. He stroked the back of his head awkwardly. Confused about what to say.

"But...we don't know each other. And I don't like to trouble anyone."

"Then let's get acquainted." The man smiled slightly. "I'm Terry. You?"

"Sion."

"Well, now that we know each other's names, you should come to my car." Terry's words seemed to emphasize that Sion could not refuse. Sion sighed roughly and closed his eyes.

"Alright. I'm coming with you," he said resignedly.

"That's good! Let's go!" Terry pulled Sion to where his car was parked at a fast pace, so Sion was dragged a bit. He wondered, is Terry always like that with people he doesn't know?

After a minute of walking, the two were in front of a black Bentley. Terry took his car keys from his pocket and pressed the button, which opened the car door.

"Come on in!"

Siom looked hesitant. "But...your car will get wet, Terry,"

"Never mind that! You just get in first and change your clothes," Terry demanded, leaving no room for argument.

Again, Sion sighed for the umpteenth time. His feelings were like a roller coaster right now. Earlier he felt anger and overwhelming annoyance at the actions of his in-laws and wife. And now, he felt helpless to be able to refuse the invitation (or perhaps order) of a person he had just met. With that, he got into Terry's car but did not sit down for fear of getting the car seat wet.

"There are clothes in a paper bag near you. Put those on first. Because I think we're about the same size," Terry said.

"That's...."

"I won't peek," Terry seemed to read Sion’ mind. "So, change your clothes quietly,"

Since this was a modified car, Terry pressed the button until a black curtain separated the front seat from the back seat. That way, Sion could change comfortably.

Sion reached for the paper bag that Terry was referring to. He was a little surprised that the clothes Terry lent him were the expensive clothes he often saw in the window. He felt reluctant. But, not wanting to disappoint the man who had helped him, Sion changed quickly.

"Terry, I'm done changing my clothes,"

Terry lowered the curtain that had separated the two. He patted the passenger seat, telling Sion to move next to him. And Sion complied without much protest.

"We'll go to a restaurant to buy some food and warm up your body at the same time. Is that okay?" He said using the seatbelt and warming up the car engine.

"You wouldn't want me to refuse, would you?"

"Exactly."

The black Bentley sped onto the highway, leaving Harvey's neighborhood. Along the way, neither of them opened their voices, as if they were lost in their own thoughts. Terry occasionally glanced at Sion out of the corner of his eye, then smiled slightly unnoticed.

Upon reaching the restaurant in the city center, Terry turned off the car engine and got out, then entered the restaurant. Sion followed behind awkwardly.

"Table for two. VVIP room," Terry said to one of the waiters.

"What did you order?"

"All the best food in this restaurant." Terry said flatly. The waiter nodded and directed the two to the upper floor, where the VVIP room was. Once there, the waiter left to make room for the two.

"Thank you for helping me, Terry. I don't know how to repay you."

Terry smiled in his chair. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "No problem,"

"But...why did you want to help me?"

"Because I feel like I'm seeing myself in the past," he replied sadly.

"What do you mean?"

Terry shook his head quickly. "Forget what I just said. Now, will you tell me why you were under the rain?" Terry changed the subject.

Sion didn't want to talk. But it felt bad to keep quiet, especially since Terry had helped him. "I wanted to borrow money for my mother's treatment from the residents of the mansion. But..."

"They wouldn't lend it?"

Sion nodded slowly. "Yes."

"How much do you need?"

"About...$1 million."

Terry was stunned in his seat, a little surprised by the amount, which turned out to be smaller than he expected. Despite the sympathetic look on his face, he was inwardly cheering.

"Ah, quite a large sum, huh?" Sion did not reply and chose to look the other way.

"I can help you with your problem,"

"How?"

Terry reached into his pocket and pulled out something. It was a deep red bro

chure with large white writing on it.

"Survival Show?"