Chapter 392
âHow did I get myself involved with this pervert?!â she screamed inwardly.
âPerverts love being scolded. Keep going.â The manâs mask glittered in the most terrifying manner
under the moonlight, and Vicky felt like she had fallen into a never-ending nightmare.
Just then, the man asked, âVicky, do you want me to leave you alone?â
âThat comes with a price, right?â
âThatâs right,â the man said coldly. âSteal confidential information from Tyler Hart for me, and Iâll leave
you alone. How does that sound?â
âDream on!â
âIf thatâs a no, then you can only wait until my insomnia is cured.â
âAnd if your insomnia neverâ¦goes away?â she blurted out asking.
âWell, then,â he whispered casually, but his words pierced through her like pricks of ice, âI will never let
you go.â
Her blood ran cold as fear overwhelmed her.
She did not doubt for a moment that he was joking; it was a warning.
The next day, Vicky woke up with a throbbing headache, and she jolted when she saw the shattered
glass on the ground.
Just then, the bedroom door opened and Tyler strolled in. When he saw Vicky cleaning the shattered
glass on the ground, he narrowed his eyes.
âAwake already?â
Startled, Vicky accidentally dropped the broom in her hand with a loud thud.