The Woman From Hell

Theo refused to cooperate. Even though his hands were tied, his legs were still flexible.

He caught the men off guard by lifting his leg and launching a horizontal kick. The black-clad man who tried to approach him earlier was sent catapulting a distance away.

However, it was clear that these men were not easy to deal with either. When they saw Theo launching a counterattack, the four men who were initially standing in the corner of the room immediately rushed forward.

Theo dodged them with great skills and increased the speed of his attack. Not one black-clad man was able to get near him.

Despite that, he made sure to keep a distance from me to ensure I was safe.

I wanted to help him, but there was nothing I could do.

"That's enough." It was only until Ernest shouted with great impatience did the black-clad men disperse.

"There's no need to cause a scene here. We just want to talk to Mrs. Grant alone. That's why we're inviting Mr. Grant to the room next door for a rest. Why are you causing a scene?"

He let out a greedy smile, during which the gaze in his eyes revealed malicious intentions.

Theo and I had no

to stop them from hurting Theo, I could only persuade him. "Theo, why don't you go elsewhere first? Don't worry. They need my signature, so

would be even more dangerous if we continued fighting, so he nodded to me and said," Take care of yourself and leave the

finished his sentence and glared at Ernest before walking out while surrounded by a group of black-clad

room door closed once more. I turned around to look at Ernest. After waiting for

wall behind him suddenly lit

the wall

two men. I did not know if he could see me from over there. He was

man behind him, walking straight toward him. I had a bad feeling and wanted to warn Theo, but before I could say anything, I saw the man holding what seemed like a stun gun and pressing it against the back of Theo's

head hanging low, feeling an excruciating pain as though my heart had cracked

me back to attention. "So, are

a bunch of

you get used to it. If what you said is true, that Munchkin is your family because you raised him, I wonder what it would feel like to see your husband's head hung low before your eyes?" He deliberately

you can feel what it's like. You have to regain