Chapter 73: Mr. Creepy Stalker
< Shirley >
"So, is that coward of a boss of yours not going to see me?" I managed to ask with a bitter smile on my lips.
"He said he will meet you once you're willing to marry him," John, the blondie, whose name I recently got to know, questioned.
"I will decide when I see him," I made up an excuse. Before dying, I wanted to see the face of the person who had made a joke out of my life.
I had lost so much blood, I doubted if I would live to see the light of the next morning. Oops, I couldn't see light from the place I was in.
I was sure that I must have lost a few pounds down here. I refused to eat anything, which resulted in them trying to shove the food down my throat. It was hell.
I felt disgusted with myself. I was filthy with blood, scratches, wounds, dirt—all over my body.
"Okay, then. I will talk to the Boss," John said and left after closing the door.
I rested my head against the wall behind my back and closed my eyes. I seemed to have finished up all my tears. It's be

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