The fitting rooms of international brands were very large, covering more than ten square meters.
Her face was expressionless, and in front of her stood a man.
The man’s face was covered with a silver mask that made it hard to see his features, but he was thin and his voice was low and cold.
“We’ve given you plenty of chances, and you’ve had plenty of chances to do it, so why didn’t you do it?”
Ella looked at him coldly.
There was no longer in her face the awkward and rustic smile that she had outside.
There was nothing but cold indifference.
She looked at the man and said coldly, “How do I know that when I finish my work for you, you will spare my family?”
The man sneered and slowly advanced.
When he had reached her, he suddenly struck her under the chin and said in a ghostly voice, “What do you think is the use of keeping your family? To let them help us farm? Well... Karida, you should know that once we get Queeny, you’ll be of no use to us. Well, your family, of course, is useless, so why should we hold them anyway?”
Ella, the girl he called Karida, was unperturbed by his words.
She continued in a hushed voice, “If you want me to help you, you must leave my family alone. At least let me know they’re safe, or I’ll never help you even if I die!”
She said, her eyes sharp.
The man looked at her and narrowed his eyes.
“So you’re not listening to me?”
Ella didn’t say anything.
The man suddenly laughed grimly.
It was like the tongue of a viper, and it sent shivers down one’s spine.
He leaned in close to her and whispered, “That phone call you got outside wasn’t from your family. It was from Stephan Zaccardi. Right?”
Ella was shocked.
She looked at him in surprise.
The man continued, “Stephan Zaccardi’s illegitimate daughter is now eighteen years old. As a Zaccardi, you grew up in an orphanage. You finally grew up safe and secure, thinking you could recognize your father, but not only did he disown you, he sent you to Felix to lurk here as a little servile maid. Don’t you have a little hate in your heart?”
Ella was shocked to the extreme.
She stared at the man for a long time before she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, you don’t admit it, that’s okay. Your old lady at the orphanage is dying anyway, so if you don’t help us, I might as well kill her first. We have to send someone to take care of her, and listen to her curses every day, which was really annoying.”
When he said this, Ella stood up immediately.
“Don’t hurt her!”
However, her shoulder was soon pressed down by the man.
The man pressed her hard to get her back into the chair.
“"I won’t kill her if you listen to me,” he whispered.
Ella’s eyes were red.
The man took a package of pills from his shirt.
“How many times have you used the oil I gave you?”
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