Indra clung onto her clothes for dear life, but she was nowhere as strong as several men combined. They tore her clothes off her and gave her a fierce beating. "What now, Mister Hudson?" asked one of the men. Remy snorted. "Lock her up and let her go without food for three days. If she still won't listen, you guys can take turns having fun with her." "Thank you, Mister Hudson," the group of men replied, bursting out into laughter. Indra felt truly hopeless, trembling in both physical and emotional agony. The next second, Remy waved a hand and some men dragged Indra into another room, leaving her in there and locking the door. This place was in the middle of nowhere, and there was no way Indra could get any help. Remy returned to his office. On his desk was a computer, the screen divided into numerous boxes showing different footage. Various streamers of both genders were bent into different positions, doing unthinkable deeds. The streams were garnering viewers in the hu
Remy sat down across Wilbur, still frowning suspiciously. Wilbur did look extremely familiar, but Remy could not for the life of him place where he had seen this guy before. Of course, Wilbur recognized Remy at once. Remy had been too focused on Indra and Madison at that time to say much to Wilbur and had pretty much ignored him. Remy hesitated at Wilbur's words. It did not really matter anyway. The guy was here now, and there was no way out for him. Remy had over twenty fighters under him, and they served a mean beating. "Not bad, my guy. You've got a pretty nice build. Do you know what you're doing?" Remy asked with a grin. Wilbur shook his head. "Not yet." "Well, I'll tell you. You'll get to fool around with different girls every day and get paid ten thousand dollars every month to do it. How's that sound?" "What? That's too good of a deal to be true!" Remy slapped his thigh, barking out a laugh. "Well, I guess you're just that lucky, aren't you?" "Oh man, I gues
Who the hell was this guy? All of Remy's men were taken out before he could even blink. He trembled as he looked at his men on the ground. Every single one of them was either unconscious and bleeding or howling in agony from their broken bones. None of them could even stand. Remy turned to look at Wilbur shakily. "B-Bro, let's talk about this. I can give you all the money you want." Wilbur chuckled. He dragged a stool over and sat down across Remy. He took out his cigarettes and lit one of them, taking a long drag and blowing the smoke on Remy's face. "I like money. I'd say I'm a huge fan of it. How are you going to get me the money, though?" Wilbur frowned. Remy said at one, "Just tell me how much you want, and the money's yours! O-Or we can work together, and you can take however big of a cut you like. We'd be honored to be under your protection. I'm sure we'll be raking in billions within the year without even batting an eye." "Is it that easy?" Wilbur said, unconvinced.
"Wow! That's quite a lot of money," Wilbur replied. Yes, a billion dollars would be a huge temptation to anyone. However, Wilbur did not need the money at all, especially not when the money was made this way. Remy sobbed, his voice turning pitiful. "I'm telling you the truth, I swear. What's your bank account? I'll wire the money to you right now." "Really?" Wilbur frowned. Remy nodded. "Yes, right now! As long as you let me go." "Alright. Here's my account." Wilbur flashed his phone screen at Remy. "I need a computer," Remy said. Wilbur shrugged. "That's fine by me." He helped Remy up and sat him down in front of the computer in his office. Remy slumped over the table and got to work at once. A short while later, 1.2 billion dollars were transferred into Wilbur's bank account. Wilbur also saw Remy secretly send out a message while he thought Wilbur was looking away. Wilbur pretended not to see it, barking out a laugh at the sight of the notification on his phon
Elsa glared at Wilbur, who was currently in the middle of a particularly long drag from his cigarette. "I came as fast as I could." "Didn't you say you were going to let me go? You f*cking liar!" Remy rasped at Wilbur. Wilbur shrugged. "I did let you go. Chief Janae's the one arresting you, not me." "You motherf*cker!" Remy was so overcome with fury and hatred that he had forgotten the fear and began cursing at Wilbur. Wilbur's expression darkened, and he kicked Remy in the face. Remy's neck almost snapped from the attack. He choked, coughing out a mouthful of bloody teeth. "Yeah, I lied to you. What are you gonna do about it?" Wilbur stared Remy down coldly. Remy looked back at the murderous Wilbur and shrank back in terror. Still, he managed to say, "You took my money, 1.2 billion dollars! Pay me back, you piece of sh*t!" Remy would rather have that money confiscated by the authorities than let it go to Wilbur. At least the former might get him a lighter sentence. Bes
Elsa dropped Wilbur off at his house and drove off without saying goodbye. Wilbur stared at the back of her car, shaking his head. "What's gotten into her? Sigh!" He opened the door and flopped onto the couch, unsure of what to do next. Sometime later, he glanced at his watch. He got up at last, heading to the kitchen and getting busy. Not long after, the doorbell rang. Wilbur opened the door. He was greeted by the sight of a tall, burly man in his fifties. The man was currently staring Wilbur down with suspicion and annoyance. "Hello there. Are you looking for someone?" Wilbur asked politely. The man said nothing, striding past Wilbur and sitting down on the couch. Wilbur was a little confused. Wasn't this a little too much? Just then, the man asked, "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Wilbur blinked. He racked his brains, before realizing what had just happened. This was definitely Wilbur's house. Even if it wasn't, he definitely owned the place. What wa
Wilbur was just wondering what to say in response to Faye's father, who was being nothing but demanding and arrogant. He saw Faye come in, and scrambled to say, "Faye! Your dad's here." Faye jumped, and then her expression turned cold. "What are you doing here?" "What? Can't I visit my own daughter?" Fabian scowled as well. Wilbur did not know what to say. It did not seem like the two got along well at all. Faye said, "I'm fine. I don't need you to visit me. Go mind your own business." "What's the meaning of that? What the hell did I do?" Fabian fumed. Faye was positively furious. "What do you think?" Wilbur scrambled to pat Faye's back, sitting her down on the couch. "Don't be rash. Let's talk this out." He had never expected Faye's father to show up, and for the encounter to be so aggressive. Faye sat down, turning her face to the side. Fabian put out his cigarette with a frown. "You're not getting any younger and you know that. I found you someone in Howl City, t
"Uhh… I guess I'm a little involved, but uhh… I can't make the decision for you, so…" Wilbur stuttered. Faye sighed, smiling painfully. "I know. I won't give you a hard time about this, Boss. I'll handle this on my own." "Uhh… Faye, what does your father do for a living? It feels like he's a pretty big deal, huh?" Wilbur tried to change the topic. Faye scoffed. "He's the gang leader in Howl Province, Endler City. Got rich and successful thanks to one woman, and then forgot all about her. Until now, that is." "Ahh, no wonder," Wilbur said with a frown. Faye smiled all of a sudden. "Say, do you think my position in Cape would be affected if I were to agree to the marriage?" "Of course not," Wilbur replied without hesitation. Faye's smile froze on her face, and she sighed softly. Wilbur said at once, "That's not what I meant! If you don't want to do it, you shouldn't be forced into it. Even if that's what your father wants." "You don't know what he's like. He's going to