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