Viola licked her dry lips and revealed a smile that was even uglier than crying. "Mr. Chu, I have to admit that I did it, but I did it because someone told me that I am at most an accomplice."
By now, she had known that the reason why he had behaved like this today was to get back at her.
A flame of fury burnt in Maynard's eyes but he laughed. He walked up to her and pulled her hair, saying, "You're a stubborn and unrepentant man before death. It seems that you really want to starve yourself for a few days."
A sharp pain came from the hair behind her head. She frowned with pain and said, "You are abusing and imprisoning me. I'm going to sue you!" Maynard didn't seem to care about that at all. He leaned towards her and whispered to her, "Reporter Qi, what you did is an invasion of other people's privacy."
Viola trembled a little. She had to accept the failure, thought about the possible consequences and finally made a compromise. "Mr. Chu, I'm sorry. Is that all right?"
Maynard loosened his grip on her hair and bit her ear gently. "I'm not satisfied with that. Since that is to apologize, you should act like an apology."
Viola subconsciously moved to the side and hid. She was confused. " I don't understand. Can I kneel down and kowtow to you? "
A cold smile played at the corners of Maynard's mouth. "If you want me to let you go, you have to admit in front of all the reporters tomorrow morning that you're an anthomaniac and that you've been secretly in love with me for five years," he said
Grief came over her.
She begged pitifully, "Mr. Chu, this is too ferocious. Can you change a milder way?"
Maynard looked at her, walked over to the original chair on the opposite and sat down. "The other way is to compensate me with ten million dollars for my reputation loss. Is this mild enough?"
Viola shook her head, then nodded, and said with a smile, "Mr. Chu, can you offer me a way that doesn't harm people or money?"
The little woman in her heart cried and bit the handkerchief. She was now in a poor condition and she was too poor to take out the money. "Reporter Qi, you don't want to abuse yourself in front of reporters, and you don't want to pay for it......" Hearing that, the corners of Maynard's eyes lifted slightly. With a finger of his right hand on the table, he asked, "Are you kidding me?"
Viola sensed a strong aura of danger coming from him, so she just became obstinate and said: "So what? Maynard, if you can, just starve me to death."
The smile at the corners of Maynard's mouth didn't reduce but increased instead.
She had a empty stomach, and fainted because of overwork recently.
Next morning, when Viola woke up, she suddenly sat up from her bed.
Her eyes wandered for a while, but soon returned to normal.
Noticing that there was a soft bed under her and the thin quilt, she looked around.
After confirming that she was lying on the bed in the hotel, she found that the rope on her hands was untied somehow.
If it were not for the mark left by the rope on her wrist, she would think that everything that happened last night was just a dream.
She uncovered the quilt and walked into the bathroom. Maynard was no longer in the room.
She heaved a sigh of relief slowly and wiped the sweat off her forehead. She wondered if Maynard had let her go because she had been so pitiful.
At the same time, she thought about what she had done.
Biting her finger in a complicated mood, she tried her best to figure out a solution.
There was a knock on the door.
Viola was surprised. She ran to the door and saw a female attendant through the cat's eye. She patted her heart and turned the door knob to open it.
"Miss, please enjoy the breakfast that Mr. Chu has ordered for you."
A waitress in the hotel pushed a serving cart in with a freshly cooked millet porridge.
From last night when she was hungry to now, she was so excited to see the food.
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