Chapter 53: You Walked Right Into My Hands
People like them always wear haute couture; finding an amber-colored cufflink is a trivial matter. Once I had the cufflink, all that remained was to obtain a strand of his hair—then tonight’s task would be complete. Just in case, I pilfered several cufflinks. As I was about to make my escape, the voice of that twisted man echoed from outside: “What did the old master say?”
Zhu Bang replied, “The old master asked if the young master and Miss Lei are serious.”
I hurriedly hid inside the wardrobe, quickly shutting the door and peering through a crack to observe the situation outside.
Luo Ange entered, unfastening his tie, and stopped in front of the row of wardrobes opposite me. He chose a robe and handed it to Zhu Bang, asking, “And then?”
Zhu Bang answered cautiously, “The old master said, if you’re serious, handle it seriously. If you’re not, handle it accordingly.”
Luo Ange paused his movements. “What did my grandmother say?”
“The lady said nothing. But the household steward mentioned that she’s been feeling unwell lately, and her doctor suggested she recuperate abroad.”
He waved his hand dismissively, and Zhu Bang left quickly.
I crouched in the wardrobe, sweat pouring from my brow for reasons unknown, silently hoping the twisted man would leave soon.
Yet, as if intent on tormenting me, not only did he remain, he even walked toward my hiding place, soon standing right before the wardrobe where I concealed myself.
My heart threatened to leap from my chest; my clenched fists were slick with sweat. I saw him raise his hand—there was a loud rustle, and the wardrobe door swung open.
At that moment, a servant called from outside, “Young master, your phone call.”
Luo Ange shut the door and turned away, leaving the room.
I slumped inside the wardrobe, utterly drained of strength.
Summoning every ounce of resolve, I quickly slipped out of the dressing room, ensuring Luo Ange was on the phone downstairs, then darted into the room opposite.
His bathroom was larger than the bedroom in my courtyard house—a luxury I could neither comprehend nor comment upon. I had more important matters at hand.
The twisted man was particular about cleanliness; the bathroom was immaculate, not a single strand of his hair to be found.
Refusing to give up, I searched the bedroom—first the pillows, then the bedsheets, then the carpet.
I refused to believe fate would be so unkind to me. For someone like him, lifelong imprisonment would be the appropriate destination.
As I knelt on the floor searching, a familiar voice sounded behind me: “What are you looking for?”
Startled, I turned around; in my haste, my forehead struck the cabinet—painful indeed.
It seemed that ever since I encountered this twisted man, nothing good had happened in my life.
He narrowed his eyes and approached step by step, dangerous sparks flickering in his gaze.
I retreated, step by step, until I sat on the bed, then quickly rolled toward the window.
He smiled faintly. “You’ve come to me on your own; how could I let you escape?”
I glanced at the window, feigning calm. “Is that so?”
He didn’t approach any closer, but instead sat on the sofa beside the bed, crossing his long legs, watching me in the utmost lazy fashion. “Go ahead and try.”
I gripped the window ledge. “If I escape, what will you say?”
He placed both hands behind his head, leisurely watching me. “If you escape, we’ll call it quits. If you don’t have the ability, then…”
I declared boldly, “Do what you will—kill or flay, it’s all the same to me.”
He nodded, picked up a glass of red wine from the cabinet, swirling it, regarding me through the glass.
I swiftly opened the window, stepped onto the wall, half my body outside. Carefully, I lifted one leg out, just as I was about to stretch out the second, the area below suddenly lit up.
Countless flashlights shone up at me, and directly below was a pond, its depth indiscernible in the darkness.
Yet, those beams seemed to know exactly what I wanted to see, all focusing on the water’s surface—and I couldn’t help but scream.