"And I wonder when his wife will die," she sighed, turning to the man tying me up. "Jensen, did you tell the doctor all the imported pills were switched with vitamin C?"
"Yes. It has been changed." Jensen nodded.
Sarah was indeed ill, and Bruce's takeover of the company stemmed from her condition. The world didn't know he was a freeloader.
Sarah's health had deteriorated suddenly, requiring long-term medication, and I hadn't realized the extent of the problem.
I struggled hard, but was pushed down again and again.
I glanced at kind-looking Nora, pleading, "Please call the police. I'm not a mistress. He's my father."
"Father? You're quite playful. You must call him dad a lot." Nora smiled while covering her mouth.
Selene snorted, "Don't bring your bed stuff to me, who are you screaming for? How much do I have to pay you for screaming?"
My heart sank as I stared at her.
"How dare you look at me like that?" Selene shouted, slamming my head into the counter. "And your hair's in the way."
She grabbed scissors and cut my long hair, saying, "College students rely on their looks to seduce. Let's see who wants a bald person in bed calling for Daddy."
Tears streamed down my face as I felt utterly powerless.
Being tied up by these people, I was unable to escape, like a fish ready for slaughter.
I dodged with all my strength, and Selene's scissors stabbed straight into the bag placed in the middle of the counter.
That was the treasure of the store, and Nora gasped.
"What are you panicking about? My husband is rich." Selene glanced at her unhappily, "You will all be fired tomorrow."
Nora quickly agreed, "It's only fair for you to teach the mistress a lesson. We're here to support you."
"Can't you see? She's the mistress. Why are you siding with her?" I cried, desperate for them to understand.
"Girl, having money means having a good outlook on life. Look at her, she has the temperament of a legitimate wife," Nora laughed lightly.
Selene shot me a look. "You all did poorly. How can she still say that? You didn't hit her hard enough."
"Hit her hard."
Suddenly, a group of strong men surrounded me, punching and kicking. I felt my ribs threatening to break.
In despair, I glanced at the door, hoping Bruce would appear. Just when I was paying, he said that someone scratched his car in the underground garage and he went to check.