Sheryl was confused. But there was a part of her that was certain she knew this mysterious man. She racked her brain yet couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Blindfolded, she lost track of time. The car finally stopped after what felt like an eternity.
Someone used their strong hands to slide off the black cloth from her eyes.
Anxiously, she opened her eyes. In front of her was a big mansion. She looked around to see if she had some idea where this place was, but to no avail.
"Stop looking around. Get inside!" The man with a mask nudged her and she was compelled to walk.
The mansion's door swung open and a man stood staring at her.
'Is it him?
That's impossible!
I thought he was in jail.
How come he is here?' Sheryl couldn't believe her eyes. Sheryl continued to stare at Ferry in surprise. This man was as evil as a demon. She couldn't fathom why he was released. 'What the hell were the police thinking? Ferry had committed a serious crime! How could they let this lunatic loose?' she said in her mind.
At this moment, Sheryl was feeling the mixed emotions of anger and confusion.
"Surprise! You didn't expect to see me, right?" Ferry said excitedly, which sounded extremely harsh to Sheryl's ears.
"Why are you here? What do you want from me?" She tried to calm herself down as she asked Ferry, who was sipping wine.
There was a look of relaxation in his demeanor. It seemed like he had all the time in the world and was in no hurry. With Sheryl at his disposal, his mind was put at ease. And he certainly didn't feel like wrapping this up without playing some games.
He hated her so much he wanted to torture her. He knew that suffering was much more painful than death.
He wanted Sheryl to live in pain. Only after he watched her suffer, his heart would be satisfied.
"Isn't that obvious? I came here to take revenge on you. Hahaha…" Ferry spread his hands as if he was talking about other people's affairs.
"You got what you deserved! There is no point in blaming me for your downfall. I didn't force you to do anything illegal!" Deep in her heart, Sheryl truly believed she hadn't done anything wrong to Ferry. If she had an opportunity to go back in time, she would still make the exact same decision.
"Sheryl, why do you speak in that tone? Do you think you are still the boss? Let me kindly remind you that Nick's fate is still in my hands!" Ferry decided it was time to shut Sheryl's blabbering.
He hated to see the air of superiority she carried even in this situation.
Ferry hastily threw his wine glass away, shattering it into a million pieces. He pointed his fingers at Sheryl and yelled at her, "Let me warn you. If you dare to utter something annoying then Nick will have to pay for it!"
Sheryl remained silent for a few seconds as she could feel Ferry's anger. Yet the sharpness in her eyes hadn't reduced.
"But why are you bringing Nick into this? He has nothing to do with it! Let him go and deal with me!" Sheryl said. She meant it because she didn't want others to get involved in this fight. Nick was extremely important to her, hence the thought of him getting harmed frightened her.
"Why not? You don't get to tell me what to do! I can do whatever I want!" Ferry retorted back with a sneer. He was well aware of how much Nick meant to Sheryl. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone through all this trouble to have him behind bars. Relief washed through his body as he realized his hard work had paid off.
The vicious smile on Ferry's face made Sheryl sick.
"What do I need to do to make you release Nick?" she asked, cutting to the chase. Deep down, she knew she would have to do something to save Nick. Ferry would never do something that was of no benefit to him.
Ferry walked closer to Sheryl now that she had agreed to make a compromise. He caressed his chin and said, "Well, I need time to think."
"Ferry, what sort of pleasure do you derive from torturing me? If you really hate me, come at me. Don't get others involved in this. That's not what a true man would do. You asshole!" Sheryl spat angrily.
Even though she tried to look brave, she was on the verge of breaking down.
"Whoa, calm down, young lady. I've already come up with an idea. I don't know whether I will remember it if you keep babbling. The more you speak, the longer Nick will have to stay in jail," Ferry said indifferently.
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