The Bond Between Us (Anastasia and Herman) novel Chapter 787

Herman wasn’t about to give up, not when he was so close to uncovering the truth about himself. All he needed was a hint, a whisper of a clue, and he was relentless in his pursuit.

Sean, meanwhile, kept his lips sealed, his eyes darting everywhere but at Herman, avoiding his intense gaze.

"So, you're not gonna talk, huh?" Herman smirked, his voice icy. "Alright, let's take this somewhere private and have a real chat."

Fast forward ten minutes, and Herman had Sean cornered in a room at a Super 8 Motel. He pushed Sean into the bathroom and locked the door behind them.

Sean had no idea what Herman was up to, and his nerves were fraying. "George, what are you doing? Don't do anything crazy."

Sean backed up until he hit the wall. Herman turned on the faucet, filling the sink with water before shutting it off. In one swift move, he pulled Sean over and dunked his head into the water.

It was a seamless, practiced motion. Sean struggled, sputtering and gasping as water filled his nose and mouth. Herman let him up for a breath, only to push him back under again.

"Glub, glub, glub," went the bubbles in the water.

After a few rounds of this, Sean was spent, his face flushed and his lungs burning. When Herman finally let him go, Sean collapsed onto the floor, coughing and spluttering in a pitiful heap.

Herman crouched down, his presence looming over Sean like a shadow. "Now, tell me. Who's this Meng person? What's my real connection? Who am I?"

His voice was sharp, demanding. "You can keep your mouth shut, but we've got all night. I have all the time in the world to play this game with you."

Sean, eyes wide with fear, tried to scramble to his feet, but his limbs were weak, and the wet floor sent him tumbling back down, even more humiliated.

"I don't know anyone named Meng. You're George, and if you don't believe me, go ahead and check it out." Sean's voice was defiant. "My sister treats you like gold. Why can't you just be satisfied? Marrying Sandy could save you ten years of hard work. Plenty of folks would kill for that chance."

But Herman wasn't interested in shortcuts at the expense of his own identity. Marrying Sandy would be like strapping himself to an anchor, dragging him down rather than lifting him up.

"I could just walk into any police station and find out who I really am," Herman sneered. "Do you know why I haven't done that yet?"