Chapter 2 Beg For Mercy

Demi's POV:

After I left the law firm, I wandered on the streets aimlessly. But that man I just saw outside my father's office didn't leave my mind. I couldn't help wondering what his relationship with my father was. My father had always been arrogant and never fawned over anyone like that before. It seemed there was something unusual with that man.

The phone in my pocket suddenly rang again. I took it out and checked, only to find that it was my father calling. I couldn't help frowning while staring at the screen. I didn't answer it, thinking that he would only scold me again. But my phone kept ringing. It seemed that my father wouldn't give up, so I had no choice but to answer it.

Demi, come to Moon Cheri Restaurant in King Street for lunch later. And make sure you dress up.

I was about to refuse, but my father seemed to have seen through my mind. He immediately warned, "If you come, I'll forget about what happened in the office today."

I had no choice but to reluctantly agree. I rushed back home and changed my clothes. I only put on lipstick and hurried to the French restaurant my father mentioned.

Judging from the fancy decorations, style, and ambiance of the restaurant, I must say that the dishes here were not cheap. My father was always stingy. He had never brought us to a fancy restaurant before. Besides, he said today that he owed the gangsters an enormous amount of money. So it was strange that he invited me to lunch here.

When I walked to the table, I found that my father was not alone. A man sat opposite my father with his back to me.

When my father saw me, he stood up and smiled amiably. "Demi, here you are. Come and sit here."

Wait! Did he just give me a flattering smile? I was taken aback for a moment.

As I stood there, still hesitating, the man with his back to me suddenly turned around. My eyes opened wide in shock as I recognized him at a glance. He was the man I ran into at my father's law firm this morning.

I froze in place when he fixed his sharp eyes on me.

My father walked up to me, took my arm, and let me sit opposite the man.

I lowered my head, trying to reduce my presence in his eyes. But much to my dismay, I could still feel his fiery gaze.

Suddenly, I felt a pain in my elbow. When I turned my head to have a look, I found that my father had pinched me. He leaned over slightly and urged in a low voice, "Pour wine for the gentleman."

I had no choice but to stand up and pour wine for the man. I kept my head down and watched as the dark red wine slowly flowed into the goblet in front of him.

I had already finished pouring wine into his goblet, but I noticed that he was still staring at me. I felt uncomfortable, and my heart skipped a beat. I gave him an embarrassed smile and said politely, "Please enjoy yourself."

Then I turned around and was about to go back to my seat. But much to my surprise, he suddenly grabbed my hand.

Ahhh! I was so shocked that I couldn't help screaming.

The man pulled me towards him. Unprepared, I lost my balance, making me sit on his lap. At this moment, his handsome face was only inches away from me. My heart beat faster as I looked at him.

He reached out, pinched my chin, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "I don't like women who wear lipstick."

As he spoke, his hot breath sprayed on my face, making me tremble all over.

God knew I had never been this close to a man.

I was so scared that I tried to break free from his grip. But his hand moved to my waist and held it tightly. He didn't intend to let me go. There was nothing I could do, so I closed my eyes awkwardly.

After a while, the man finally loosened his grip on me. I hurriedly stood up and fled back to my seat.

Then I turned to my father. And he didn't seem to mind the man's rude behavior at all. Instead, he watched us with a smile. He was obviously satisfied with what he was seeing.

Demi, take your time. I have something to deal with in the law firm, so I'll go first. Enjoy your lunch. My father suddenly said goodbye to me before I could even react.

Dad, no... I tried to stop him, but I was too late. He had already left.

I turned to the man and said, "I'm sorry, sir. I have to go back to work now. Please enjoy yourself." Then I quickly stood up, intending to leave.

He didn't say anything. He just looked at me, lowered his head, and took a sip of the wine, slowly tasting it.

But somehow, I felt like he was not tasting red wine. He was more like eating me alive and tasting me carefully.

But I didn't dare to think about it anymore. I seized the opportunity to escape.

However, as soon as I reached the door, two men in black grabbed me, one on the left and the other on the right. They wore sunglasses, and they were tall and sturdy, like the gangsters in movies.

I screamed in a panic. "What the hell are you doing? Let go of me!"

Miss, I'm sorry. You can't leave without our boss's permission, said one of the men.

Boss?

When I turned around, I saw the man leisurely walking towards me. Undoubtedly, he was the boss these men were talking about.

He stood in front of me. At this moment, anger overwhelmed the fear in my heart. I roared, "What on earth do you want?"

He didn't answer me. Instead, he waved his hand. Then the two men let go of me and quickly disappeared from our sight.

But I didn't feel relieved at all. The man's strong presence made me feel like a pair of invisible big hands were grasping my heart, making me gasp for breath.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, making me have no way back. Then he snickered wickedly. "Your father sold you to me for three million dollars. Don't you think you are too valuable and expensive?"

I struggled a few more times, but my effort was in vain.

I looked at him angrily. "My father is a jerk! And you... You are also a bastard!"

The man only laughed at me. "Don't worry. Your father will pay me back in a year. Then he can take you home. All you need to do during this period is to be obedient. But of course, if you don't listen to me, I will feed you and your family to the sharks."

I was rendered speechless upon hearing this. Because he didn't seem to be joking at all.

Since I had nowhere to escape, I lowered my head and followed him into the car, disheartened.

We both sat in the back. I stuck myself against the door, trying to stay away from the man.

Suddenly, he asked, "Do you have a boyfriend?"

I looked at him in surprise, wondering why he asked. But still, I answered honestly, "No."

The man nodded happily. "You have one now."

What? I had a boyfriend now? Who? Was he referring to himself?

At the thought of this, my heart trembled uncontrollably. I unconsciously bit my lower lip, trying to overcome the fear in my heart.

This horrible man? How could he be my boyfriend? No way! This was unacceptable!

The man suddenly approached me. He reached out, pinched my chin, and turned my face to him. "Stop biting yourself anymore. Your lip is already bleeding."

As he spoke, he gently stroked my lip with his finger. Such an intimate gesture made me tremble all over.

I tried so hard to push him away. But he pressed me heavily in the seat.

I couldn't move a muscle. I was so scared that I cried out loud, begging for mercy. "Please let me go. I'm begging you."

The expression on the man's face changed. He sneered, "Let you go? To the sea to feed the sharks?"

His answer left me speechless. I slumped in my seat, letting despair engulf me.

When the man saw that I stopped struggling, he moved away and sat at the side. He didn't talk to me again along the way.

I couldn't help thinking that maybe he didn't like crying women. Maybe I pissed him off, and he wouldn't want to keep me anymore.