Chapter 8 You Must Be My Mistress

It turned out that, just outside that door, there was a high-end Maybach parking with the window half-open, revealing Gray's angular face, and at this moment, his narrow and cold eyes were staring at this scene with interest. His eyes were full of mockery and ridicule as if he was watching a play. Cynthia's head buzzed, and she suddenly understood something. All these people were called upon by him. He required them to do it. Her heart twitched violently, and Cynthia's face was white. There was another sound of a rod, and she groaned as she was beaten, and a mouthful of blood was spat out from her mouth. She knew that if it continued like this, she wouldn't be able to endure the beating for over a few minutes. She and her brother both would die. Now what she could do was beg him... She clenched her palm tightly, bit her lip, and with all her strength, got up from the ground and sprinted out. She staggered and rushed to his car, slapping on the window of his car with her blood-s