“No, it’s not true, Mr. Ferdinand. We will clean up now!”
“Uncle Graziano and Mr. Ferdinand, you guys don't know, this woman has mental problems. So we must deal with it. She has to be fixed properly.”
One of the bodyguards tugged on my feet. He then dragged me inside. Uncle Graziano took a brief look and raised his steps to leave. I knew deep down that if he walked out of this room, then there was really no more possibility for me to survive. So I fought and kicked the man who was dragging me with all my strength. He then let go of me in pain. Just when everyone thought I was going to run away, I turned my head and slammed it against the white wall next to me a couple of times. The three thuds managed to make Uncle Graziano, who had already turned around. He turned his head back. He gave me a rather curious look, seeming to genuinely think that I was sick in the head. I met his gaze and lowered my head. I then exposed the skin on the back of my neck.
Too bad for a few seconds it turned out Uncle Graziano hadn't reacted much yet. Then a bodyguard came to me. But I kicked him with gritted teeth. He then copied the iron rod next to him and gritted his teeth.
“Bitch, how dare you kick me? Go to hell!”
The iron rod was about to fall on my head. At that moment, Uncle Graziano suddenly said loudly, “Stop! Hold on.”
The iron was suspended and hung in mid-air. All eyes were focused on Uncle Graziano. He came towards me in big strides. He then squatted down and cupped my chin to look at my face. Unfortunately, my face had already swollen like a pig's head. My eyes were almost a slit. He frowned somewhat in disgust. I quickly lowered my head to show him the tattoo on the back of my neck.
Uncle Graziano then revealed a look of surprise and exclaimed, “Oh my God, it's you!”
