Chapter 367
The masked man did not finish his sentence, but it was a blatant threat. Vicky was instantly
overwhelmed by fear and anxiety as she wondered if she would ever be free of the man.
Sensing the trembling of her body, the man tightened his arm around her.â Whatâs wrong? Are you
cold?â
âIâm fine.â
âHave you brought me the confidential information of Hart Corporation?â
Vicky lowered her head wordlessly and realization dawned on the man.â You didnâtâ¦which means you
have made up your mind?â
She still refused to respond.
He studied her face and said, âDo you care about Tyler Hart that much? Youâd rather be taken
advantage of than sacrifice his career? He canât see what youâre doing for him, and if he finds out about
the truth someday, he might even be disgusted by you.â
âYou call this âcaringâ for someone?ââ She stared into his eyes. âIsnât it the basic requirement for any
relationship to not betray one another?â
The look in his eyes darkened. âYou ran to Lovian to divorce him, so I thought thatâ¦you hate him.â
âThatâs different. Even if I do hate him and wish to leave him, I canât allow myself to do something so
despicable.â
âWell, thenâ¦â the man drawled. âDo you still wish to leave him?â
Vicky moved her lips but did not speak.
He lowered his voice seductively and said, âIf you still want to leave him, I can help you.â
She lowered her gaze in silence as he caressed her cheek with his long, cold fingers. âWhatâs wrong?
You did whatever you could to run overseas so that you can divorce him, and itâs only been a little over
a month. You seem to haveâ¦changed your mind.â
âIâ¦â she said hoarsely. âI misunderstood him.â
âYou misunderstood him?â he mocked. âDidnât you say he was cruel with a sick fetish?â
âNo matter what heâs like, he canât possibly be more perverted than you are,â Vicky sneered mentally.
The man was not bothered by her silence and simply said, âIâm tired. Tell me a few bedtime stories until
Iâm satisfied, and Iâll spare you for today.â
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Though it was a request as strange as the person who made it, Vicky had no other option but to try and
remember every bedtime story she knew, but the man was not satisfied with her choice.
âThatâs so childish. Do you take me for a child?â
She went on with a few more stories, but he was still unhappy. She continued speaking until her throat
went dry, and she drifted off to sleep.
The next day at noon, Vicky woke up to her phone ringing, and her head felt as though it was about to
explode from the lack of sleep.
âHello?â she muttered weakly.