The Woman From Hell
Chapter 987

Chapter 987

Later, all our mouths were covered and we were dragged out of the car.

There was a villa ahead and many black-clad men standing in front of it.

We thought the five of us would be locked up together, but we were separated when we entered the villa.

I was taken up to the third floor and put into a clean and tidy room.

The man who understood our language hinted at the black-clad man beside him to untie the rope around m y wrist. He then said to me, "You'll be staying here for the next few days, Ms. Lane. Someone will take you to South Peacerton after that.”

I frowned. "Where are my companions?"

The man sneered. "Ms. Lane, why don't you worry about yourself first instead of others? Other people's lives have nothing to do with you."

He turned around and left after saying that.

For the next few days, I was locked in the room.

Every day, a middle-aged woman would bring me food, but because there was a language barrier between us, I gave up communicating with her.

There was a window in my room, from which I could see the boundless ocean outside the villa and many black-clad men standing on the ground below the window. I had no way of escaping from the window, and even if I managed to get out, I had no clue how to get home from this disorderly nation.

At night, I tossed and turned in bed. Unsure if it was just my illusion, I thought I heard women shrieking at the top of their lungs.

When I got out of bed and walked to the door to listen intently, there was only silence.

I was not asleep for too long in the latter part of the night when I was awakened by the roar of a car.

I walked to the window and looked down. I saw a lot o f cars parked down below.

All the black-clad men, including the man I spoke with earlier, were standing in a line on both sides of the road. Not long after that, a man in a white suit got out of the car.

A black-clad man walked up to the man in the white suit to say a few things. He lifted his hand to point upstairs, precisely at the location where my room was located.

Before I could react, the man in the white suit looked u p in my direction.

He had a charming face, and his thin lips were pursed. An endless cold aura exuded from his entire being.

My body went stiff in fear when our eyes met.

I came back to my senses and left the window when the man finally retracted his gaze. He walked into the villa.

I lay on the bed and could not fall asleep anymore. My eyes remained open until dawn.

There were sounds of knocking on the door, and the middle-aged woman in charge of bringing me food walked in.

She said flatly when she walked in, "You need to get washed up and go downstairs, Ms. Lane.”

I was dumbfounded. "You know how to speak English?"

The woman made no reply. "Mr. Milan Rodriguez is waiting downstairs for you. Please hurry."

Milan Rodriguez?

Was he the man in the white suit from last night?

The woman put the clothes and accessories she prepared for me on the bed, then entered the bathroom to fill the bath.

When she came out and saw me sitting on the bed without moving, her expression sank. She was clearly very unhappy with how slow I was moving. “Can you please hurry up, Ms. Lane?”

She hurried over to me after saying that.

Seeing her reaction, I figured she would drag me into the bath and bathe me if I did not go in to take a bath now.

I sighed helplessly and got up to go into the bathroom.

I deliberated while taking a bath. Anyone could tell at a glance that Milan was the boss.