Run!
Run!
Run!
There were all kinds of antique paintings hanging on the wall, a random one of which could be sold at a high price. But now Angelia was not in a leisurely mood to appreciate them.
She ran very fast. The surroundings were quiet. She could only hear her breath.
The house was too big to find an exit.
But once she thought of that fierce man in the room, she couldn’t stop and quickened her pace.
‘Why is here so big?’
‘Jesus!’
Just when her mood was about to collapse, a white light appeared in her sight.
It was the gate!
Angelia rushed out hurriedly. When she was stepping out, two people in suit appeared and blocked the gate entirely.
“Mrs. Miller, please go back into the house.”
Her hands were shaking.
She gnashed her teeth, pretended to be calm and said, “Mr. Miller asked me to bring him a stuff.”
The two bodyguards looked like didn’t hear anything. They still blocked the door with their strong bodies.
“He really asked me to go out and help him…”
“Help me do what?”
The devil's voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Angelia felt a shiver!
Then her hand was grabbed and pulled back.
She fell back into the man's arms, and his domineering smell suddenly entered into her nose.
Jonathan Miller saw her clinging to himself, her soft body leaning on his chest. He revealed a little disgust in his eyes and pushed her away quickly.
“Where do you want to go?”
Angelia sank her head down and her whole body was trembling, which made her seem to be thinner.
Her long chestnut-brown hair slightly curled and had become messy owing to the running. It fluffily hung in her back, setting her figure off to very petite.
Her face was still pink. Her eyes were lowering and her curled lashes were thick and dense like two little butterflies. Her movement made Jonathan wanted to touch her lashes very much.
Aware of the changes of his feelings, Jonathan was even more annoyed and his voice seemed to be frozen!
“You want to run?”
“No, I...”
“Do you know how the Millers deal with the disobedient?”
Trembling, Angelia saw the man in front of her as a devil.
The man narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Take her away and give her a lesson.”
Two men in black popped up, got Angelia up and took her to the end of the corridor.
“No! Let me go! ”
Angelia screamed in terror, but her little strength was totally not enough to compete with that of two strong bodyguards.
“You’ve really mistaken me for Claudia Hunk! I'm not her! ”
But no one listened to her explanation. Seeing the man's face turn impatient, the two bodyguards moved more quickly and took her to a small dark room.
“Wait a moment, you guys...”
As soon as her feet landed, she turned around hurriedly to run out.
The bodyguards stopped her again.
“Miss Hunk, I hope you are clear about that Mr. Miller doesn't like being resisted.”
“No, I...”
Bang!
The door was closed, taking away the last glimmer of light.
Angelia was shaking with fear and her voice stopped abruptly.
The room was dark. It seemed to be specially built to punish the disobedient.
Angelia stepped back nervously. She found a corner, curled up with her knees in her arms, stared around in horror.
It was darkness that scared her the most.
She is not Claudia Hunk at all. She even didn’t know about Claudia. Why did they lock her up here?
How long would that man lock her up?
Great grievance poured from the bottom of her heart, wrapping her up at this moment.
“Why? Why did they treat me like that? Is this the punishment of intending to steal the certificate?”
A low sob came from the dark room.
“I just want to protect my home...”