Tyler emerged from the darkness; his twisting tall shadow was reflected on the wall.
Vicky sensed something was different between the kidnapping this time and the kidnapping last time.
Her palms became slicked with cold sweat as she stared at the approaching man with wavering eyes.
She could feel a wave of oppression washed over her, and the temperature around her dropped to zero
as he approached.
âYouâ¦â croaked Vicky. It was only then she realized her voice was hoarse.
âAre you surprised?â Tyler condescendingly looked down at her with cold, cold eyes. She had never
seen him look at her like that as if she was nothing but a stranger to him. In fact, his eyes were even
colder than the first time they met.
Tyler seemed to have changed a lot in a short month. He had lost a lot of weight, but apart from that,
Vicky could not quite put her finger on the other changes Tyler had undergone as she had no idea just
what kind of torture he had been put through.
Noah called her before she was kidnapped, but their call was cut short by Tyler. She could only vaguely
remember Noah saying something along the lines of Tyler escaping from somewhere or something.
Tyler leaned down slightly. He looked at her with none of the usual warmth in his eyes.
âDid you really think itâll be that easy to get rid of me?â asked Tyler.
Vicky could feel his icy breath on her face; the chill immediately seeped into her pore and traveled
down to her heart. They were once lovers, but at this moment, they were nothing but strangers to each
other.
His gaze was like a sharp knife cutting into her, so she quickly lowered her head to avert his eyes.
However, he was having none of that. He roughly grabbed her chin and jerked it up, causing her to yelp
out in pain.
There was a cold, sinister glint in his eyes. Every pore on his body seemed to be emitting an air of
hostility.
âI told you. If I die, you die too,â said Tyler, enunciating each word clearly.
Vickyâs eyelashes quivered lightly, and she opened her mouth to say something but decided to swallow
back those words.
Tyler waited for her to say something. His eyes became blood-red when he finally realized she was not
going to say anything.
âVicky, donât you think Iâm worth more than a hundred and fifty million dollars youâve sold me out for?â
He squeezed her chin tighter, and two red fingerprints immediately appeared on Vickyâs face.
She turned pale, feeling as if her lower jaw was about to explode.
âItâs painââ She wanted to say something, but the pain prevented her from finishing her sentence.
Tylerâs eyes became colder when she stopped speaking.
âWhy arenât you talking? Do you have nothing to say to me?!â roared Tyler. Although he was not known
to be a gentle person in more normal times, he was definitely not as rough and cruel as he was at this
moment.
Vickyâs eyes began to water from both the pain in her heart and the pain in her body. Then, drops of
tears flowed down the corner of her eyes, dripping onto Tylerâs slender fingers.
Tyler was startled by the cold, salty liquid falling onto the back of his hand. However, he soon returned
to his icy self.
âPutting on an act, are we now?â he asked cruelly. âVicky Shaw, Iâll never believe you again.â
Vicky remained silent while her tears never stopped gushing out of her eyes. It was only then Tyler
realized that purple bruises were beginning to form on her skin, causing him to instinctively let go of
her.
The pain subsided for Vicky, but still, she cried silently. She was never the type to wail and sob
uncontrollably. Not knowing why, Tyler suddenly became anxious when he saw Vicky like this.
He swallowed back his anxiety and coldly said, âStop crying.â
This only made Vicky lower her head to hide her tears.
âI said, stop crying! Didnât you hear?â thundered Tyler impatiently.
âTyler, why donât you just kill me already,â pleaded Vicky tearfully.
Tyler grabbed her neck and snarled, âYou donât think I have that in my mind?â