Jamie was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat when she felt someone pry her mouth open.
But she didnât give in.
She shouted, âJarrod, do you think thatâs all you owe her? Think about it.
Why did she insist she had never betrayed you?â
Jarrod suddenly turned around and looked at Jamie with eyes gleaming with fury.
He asked ruthlessly, âWhat do you mean?â
The man in black stopped what he was doing when he heard Jarrodâs voice.
There was a pool of smelly liquid on the floor, flowing down Jamieâs legs.
She was so scared that she wetted herself.
When the man in black stopped moving, Jamie gasped.
It was as if she was free from the jaw of the death just now.
Then she looked at Jarrod and answered, âI wonât tell you unless you let me go.
Otherwise, you will never know the truth for the rest of your Life.
â
In the end, Jamie suffered rounds of torture from Jarrodâs men.
Her shrill screams echoed in the room, and they were getting creepier.
But still, she refused to talk about it.
Jamie knew that telling Jarrod the truth was tantamount to courting death.
She wouldnât say anything unless she was sure that her Life would be spared.
The torturing lasted for a few hours.
Jarrod walked out of the basement with murderous eyes.
He ordered the men in black, âKeep asking until she tells the truth.
Do everything but make sure she doesnât die.
â
After a few days, Jarrod received news from the basement.
Jamie fooled the bodyguards and took the opportunity to run away.
Alec looked for Jamie everywhere but to no avail.
After a while, he gave up, thinking she might have died somewhere.
If she died, then Jarrod would really not know the truth for the rest of his Life.
The night was long and dark tonight.
Inside Jarrodâs bedroom, there was a customized crystal coffin where Nicoleâs body, processed into a mummy, lay.
Her skin had already turned dark, and it clung to her bones.
One of her legs was missing, making her look particularly terrifying.
However, Jarrod showed no fear at all.
He pressed his face against the coffin, looking deeply infatuated.
âFrom now on, I no longer have to worry that you will leave me.
â
The night was getting deeper.
Jarrod opened the coffin, lay beside Nicole, and held her corpse tightly in his arms.
He stroked her skull, which only had a few strands of hair left, and said, âYou only know that I hate you.
But you certainly donât know that the more I hate you, the deeper I love you.
â
The bed next to the coffin was clean, tidy, and spotless.
Only the maid knew that Jarrod hadnât slept on the bed for a long time.
But she had no idea where he slept.
Every time she came to clean the room, the long cabinet beside the bed was locked.
And that part of the room was off-limits.
Jarrod was so depressed that he fell ill for a long time.
After he recovered, the first person he visited was Dora.