Chapter 403 Abducted

Present? Was being abducted a present? If she weren't in her current predicament, she would roll her eyes at David. Alas, she could only suppress her emotions for now.

Rebecca wiggled her arms as they started to ache from being tied to the chair.

In a hoarse voice, she said, "Mr. Winston, the way you receive your guests is quite peculiar. I believe we could both have a seat and have a chat, couldn't we?"

The dark room amplified her voice, and it did the same to David's chilling voice.

He dragged a chair over and the sound that made was piercing. It was similar to nails scratching on a chalkboard. The sound stopped and he sat on the chair and commented cheerfully. "Ms. Johnson, you're right, we should take a seat and have a good chat."

Rebecca didn't know what to say. She was wondering whether this was what he meant by having a chat. She wiggled her arms in agitation as her wrists were hurting. However, the rope didn't loosen no matter how hard she struggled, instead, it became