Chapter 2 Who Is Demon?
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"I have no patience."
"Hilton," I felt aggrieved, "I... I don't know what you're talking about. Why did you arrest me?"
"Who told you to hack my server?"
"Mr. Packman, what are you talking about?" I looked at his dark bright eyes and played innocent.
He was like a fierce animal watching its prey. His whole body exuded a chilling air of murder.
"You mean you didn't involve in the money that was transferred from my account and the inexplicable purchases of real estate and stocks?"
Hilton seemed to be amused.
He stood up and condescended to look at me.
He was tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist. With his eyes looking down, the corner of his thin lips was lifted up like the shape of a sickle.
I was still timid and afraid, shaking my head wildly.
"You have three seconds to think about confessing. Then I'll spare your life."
He sounded impatient.
He did not believe that a woman wouldn't fight against him for no reason.
I stuck to the idea of playing a complete fool. So I still shook my head.
He stood up straight, expressionless.
"One."
I lifted my head. My pupils contracted and my heart was beating faster.
"Three," he mercilessly turned around, "Sidney Wein, throw her to Demon."
"No. You didn't say two!" I struggled but I was held down tightly by the bodyguard called Sidney.
He looked the same as Hilton, with a cold face like a statue.
He directly put me on his shoulder. No matter how I punched and hit him, he wasn't affected. He walked stably to a house at the end of the corridor.
The heavy iron door was pushed open, and a current of bloody damp air flew into my nasal cavity.
The room inside was pitch dark, which was a sign of danger.
I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Just when I wanted to ask Sidney where this was, he threw me directly on the ground.
I endured the pain on my wrist and raised my head. I only saw his cold back.
He closed the door and took the last light with him.
In the darkness I was like a blind person who could see nothing. I held my breath, and my hearing became extremely sensitive.
I could feel something approaching me in the darkness.
Was it Demon Hilton mentioned?
I pushed back with the help of my memory, then I leaned against the door to gain a little security. I then attached myself closely to the iron door and remained vigilant.
Suddenly, I felt an itch in my neck.
I automatically withdrew my neck back.
Clicking!
My shoulder touched the switch, and the room was lit up.
The light stung my eyes, and it took me a long time to open eyes.
At the moment of seeing clearly the creature in front of me, I almost gave up my legs and sat down directly.
A muscular, vigilant and cruel white tiger was glaring at me.
So Demon was a white tiger!
It lifted its foot and came closer to me.
I dared not gasp.
All I could hear in the room was the beating of my heart and the rubbing of Demon's fur.
Its pink nose touched my shoulder and it sniffed.
Then, it slowly opened its mouth.
Just when I thought I was dead and willingly closed my eyes, it stopped.
I opened my eyes in doubt.
Why didn't it bite?
I've heard that animals whose family was from cats all liked to play with their prey and eat it when the prey was dead. Did it also want to...
I was terrified to see the doubt in its amber eyes.
Then, it sniffed near my shoulder again as if it wanted to confirm something.
My earlobes tickled as the wet tip of its nose brushed across.
Finally, it took a step back and pressed its head against me.
Was this...
Fawning?
I reached out my hand and stroked its head, and it actually lay down directly.
Looking at its plump pink belly, I could not help but stroking it.
I was satisfied to hear the purr from its throat.
I also felt a bit relaxed at this moment. While petting the "cat", I checked around the room.
A flashing red dot made me realize there was camera here.
I wondered whether Hilton would be disappointed when he saw I didn't get frightened and didn't beg for mercy as he had planned.
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