Chapter 9

"How did you shoot him? How did you get the gun?"

"It's a very long story, what's clear is that I tried to escape after seeing you guys being led away from the room and your mysterious master leaving."

"Oh my God, Miss Layla, shouldn't you do that again?"

"Why not?" Layla asked. She didn't know why everyone in this mansion was acting strange and unusual as if they had something to hide.

After trying to say something, the three of them suddenly fell silent as if they didn't want to continue. This clearly made Layla feel even more suspicious that something was wrong with this mansion and its owner, Lucien Stephenson.

"We're sorry, but we couldn't tell you."

"Why not? Who exactly is your master?"

"Master is a very rich businessman whose wealth cannot even be detected because it is deliberately hidden. Master also has many subordinates who often come in and out of this mansion."

"Is that so? So, this guy named Keith, is he really his younger brother?"

"Master Keith is one of Master's six younger brothers. Master is the eldest son and Master Keith is the third son."

"So many brothers,"

"Did Mr. Keith do something bad to you?"

"He almost killed me when I tried to run away. He shot me with a rifle but the bullet missed."

After hearing Layla's explanation, the three of them fell silent again. Even two women who were being held in the same prison whispered to each other as if they didn't want Layla to hear what they were saying.

"By the way, I don't know your names yet,"

"You can call me Kerry, they are both Judy and Mona."

"Why can you work in this mansion?"

"It's a very long story, Miss. And-"

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Kerry suddenly fell silent and was reluctant to continue speaking. The footsteps sounded quite slow, creating a tense and awkward atmosphere.

Layla continued to stare at the stairs, waiting for the figure to appear coming down the stairs. Her hands gripped the iron bars tightly, her fear reappearing.

When Keith's cynical and arrogant face appeared, Layla felt like crying. The man was much weirder and more annoying than his brother, Lucien Stephenson.

Keith walked over to her while giving her a cynical look as if to show that he still didn't accept the shooting that Layla had done to him.

He grinned as if laughing at Layla's first punishment. He thought Layla might look down in fear because she realized there was no way she could escape. However, Layla, who has been used to the hardships of life since childhood, will quickly adapt to pressure like this.

"How does it feel to be locked up like this, hmm? Do you regret your actions now?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, do you think my face shows that I'm happy to be here?"

"Hahaha...you are a very funny woman!"

"Unfortunately, I have no interest in being an entertaining clown here!"

"Damn it, even when you're in a desperate situation, you still dare to act arrogant. Don't you know who I am? I can easily kill an arrogant woman like you!"

"Hey, do you think you can just get rid of me? I'm John Weisz's wife, don't tell me you don't know who John Weisz is. I'll only be here for three months, after that my husband will definitely pick me up. So don't think you guys can hurt me."

"So, you're John Weisz's wife, huh? Hahaha...he was my friend from college."

"What?"

"Are you surprised?"

"That's not possible!"

"Hey Mrs. Weisz, I know your husband very, very well. I even know what his job is and his background. I will tell him what you have done to me and I will force him to pay compensation for your stupid mistake of trying to run away and shoot me. What You think I don't know what kind of man he is? You're not the first, he's auctioned off several of his girlfriends before to crazy, psycho rich old men. It's lucky you fell into my brother's hands, because otherwise, your life wouldn't have ended safely. Because that I heard that the women who were bought by rich men to be used as sex slaves ended up disappearing as if they were swallowed up by the earth and most of them were never found."

"You lie-"

"Whatever if you think I'm joking, you don't know how cruel this world is, right? You women only want money and luxury without being willing to work hard. The only thing you rely on is your beauty and your body. So, it's best not to ever think that lowly women like you will be treated preferentially."

Hearing Keith's words, Layla was silent. She didn't know that rich men would always view poor women as despicable creatures because they wanted the luxurious and comfortable life of rich men like them. She even lost the words to say.

After successfully making Layla fall mentally, Keith looked satisfied. He couldn't hide the smile on his lips. He left after he thought today was enough to teach a disobedient slave a lesson.

"Wait...! Where are you going? Let me go...!" Layla tries to stop him before he really leaves. Keith looked up for a moment, giving her a devilish grin.

"Shouldn't the queen wait for the king to free her from confinement? Why don't you wait until King Lucien comes, Queen Layla?"

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