Slight pressure from Rebecca's fork and spoon was enough to cut the puff pastry in two. The meat filling spilled out. Alas, it wasn't the tuna filling that she wanted. Maxwell took her plate of puff pastry away without waiting for her response. He nudged the plate with the uncut puff pastry toward her. "Let's eat," he said before biting into his puff pastry with pork filling. As for Rebecca, who sat opposite him, she stared at the last puff pastry in a daze. She soon realized how intimate she was with Maxwell. It was difficult to imagine her kidnapper would behave so considerately toward her. Although her thoughts were a mess, Rebecca didn't want to waste food. So, she placed the final tuna-filled puff pastry onto a plate and ate it. Perhaps she felt weighed down by many thoughts because the puff pastry didn't taste as good. It took her a while to finish chewing and swallowing it. Rebecca put down her cutlery. That was when the man opposite her stood to clean the dishes.
The end of the video showed a scene of Rebecca jumping into the sea before a crowd of people four years ago. It included the scene of her looking frail and standing at the dock. A man who struggled to hold onto a floating board was also there. She verbally humiliated that man and even tried using David's powers to teach the man a lesson.Unfortunately, the dock's surveillance cameras had poor video quality and were far from the scene. Because the commotion went on for a long time, one could only get a vague idea of what happened. Even though the video didn't have audio, anyone would've been shocked if they saw the scene. Rebecca was no exception. It shocked her so much that she focused on the screen to see if the woman in the video was her. She also tried to see if the man before her in the video was David. But how could anyone know how to recognize themselves?Not to mention, the video wasn't only a short clip. The surveillance cameras were in various angles and directions. Th
Maxwell didn't break his promise after lunch was over. He phoned Sam in front of Rebecca and asked him to pick her up.Sam had been waiting with Ryan and the others for a long time in the old residential building. They eventually had lunch at a food truck area downstairs.The dining space seemed shabby, and grease covered some of its tables and chairs. Yet, the smell of the food trucks' food attracted many.Sam and Daniel didn't want to eat there at first. Even sitting in the dining space traumatized them. Yet, since Ryan forced them to sit, they figured they might as well taste the food. Little did they expect the food to taste incredible.They had just finished eating when Maxwell phoned them and told them to collect Rebecca.Sam was surprised by how fast things went. He knew Maxwell's foul temper well and assumed Maxwell would hoard Rebecca. Much to his surprise, Maxwell was returning Rebecca to them so soon.Sam just didn't know how his poor sister was feeling. His expression
Maxwell's eyes snapped toward Rebecca once they heard what Sam said. Everyone reacted the same way, too.Although Rebecca's petite body was obscured behind Sam, her head was still somewhat exposed. The men noticed her scar. It was long but it wasn't too deep.Daniel and Ryan's expressions darkened.Maxwell naturally understood the meaning behind Sam's words. He didn't plan to shrug off the blame. Maxwell didn't intend for what happened last night. Yet, the damage he had caused was inevitable and visible to all.If he hadn't taken his anger out on Ellen, Rebecca wouldn't have gotten desperate enough to point a knife at him."Indeed, I'm to blame," Maxwell said sincerely and didn't avoid Sam's gaze. "I'll answer and bear whatever responsibilities you expect me to, Mr. Johnson.'Sam snorted. His family was in no shortage of what the Jenkins family had. So, the only responsibility he expected Maxwell to bear was a good beating. Alas, his precious sister was still there. He didn't wan
Of course, that didn't mean the residential building brimmed with lively energy. After all, Maxwell owned the entire residential building. That exemplified how forces controlled places people couldn't see.The main difference from before was more hope had shined onto Fairport. Cockroach and maggot-like criminals could still inevitably breed in certain nooks and crannies. Such vermin wouldn't dare carry out unlawful acts in broad daylight. That was an appropriate metaphor for what Maxwell did yesterday. He carried out those horrible acts in the dead of night.As for Maxwell's family businesses, the businesses' success in Fairport depended on his abilities. Of course, no one was aware of such matters. That included the second heir of the Jenkins family, Ryan.Rebecca soon departed with Sam and Ryan after taking enough pictures.Unlike last night when she arrived, there was more smoke in the air now.Cars with attached tents parked idly by the roadside even though it was already pa
What kind of feeling was it exactly? David and Ellen had never deprived Rebecca of material comforts during her four years abroad. She could easily have whatever she desired, whether it was food, clothing, or other expenses. Nevertheless, an unsettling thought persisted in her mind: there was a price for everything, and there was no such thing as a free lunch. Consequently, every time she received something from David, she would wonder about the hidden cost or if she had already paid in some way. This feeling gnawed at her. She even turned to the internet in an attempt to comprehend the cause of this sensation. However, she found comments from various people who expressed guilt about asking their parents for money to buy clothes. It was clear that this was not addressing her concern. Rebecca couldn't pinpoint when she first began contemplating buying her own house. Maybe it was after the first time she expressed her feelings to David, which resulted in rejection. Or p
"Is there a problem?" Nate had already stepped out of the driver's seat. He courteously opened the car door for Rebecca. Instead of rushing Rebecca to step out of the car, Nate stood by the door with a faint smile. He playfully asked, "Or perhaps you find it insufficient, Becca?" "Of course not!" The playful banter left Rebecca wondering if she had seemed overly greedy earlier. She blushed and quickly waved her hands, explaining, "I'm just too shocked!" Rebecca stepped out of the car and took a moment to glance around the neighborhood. Then she said in a soft voice, "I never dared to imagine having my own house before. Now, when you tell me this entire building is mine, it's just a bit overwhelming …" "It's nothing, really. In the end, it's just material possessions," Nate replied casually, leading Rebecca without much ado. Unspoken was the fact that if Rebecca desired, the entire neighborhood could be hers, and even more. The Johnson family was prepared to give her e
"But ..." Before Rebecca could complete her sentence, Nate once again interrupted her. "Becca, I understand where you're coming from. "Returning the keys to you is our responsibility, and entrusting them back to us demonstrates your trust. Maintaining the status quo isn't an option; we need to evolve from the past." Nate's voice remained composed and measured. It exuded a gentleness yet asserted an authority that rendered it difficult to rebuff. Additionally, he was a man of brevity. He preferred concise communication to convey his points effectively. After delivering his message, Rebecca frowned in perplexity. She said, "I don't get it. How is it different?" Regardless of whether she changed the door code or not, she was still providing them with the new one. The results didn't show any apparent distinction. Confusion contorted Rebecca's face. Nate seemed to understand her thoughts. He couldn't help but curve his lips and negate, "It's different." Rebecca's confusion