Chapter 7 Spy

In the darkness, both of them breathed hard and jerkily, and their breath calmed down gradually.

On the other side, a pair of eyes in the night had encrypted and transmitted the previous scene to another terminal through a wireless transmitter. It was as quiet as if nothing happened, but no one knew that this decisive man had already set up clutches in the villa.

The eyes of the man on the bed looked like the gloomy black pool. He opened his eyes suddenly and pressed the communicator.

"Master, the traitor has been found. Would you like to get rid of it?"

Alan glanced at the woman who had fallen into a deep sleep on the bed and smiled with his lips lifted a slight arc, rubbing his eyebrows, "No, since someone wants to watch, I will cooperate with them to perform the scene."

"How about Cooper's family..."

"Paid them 70 million as agreed before."

"Yes, master."

When Alan got up and prepared to leave. He suddenly heard a slang from the woman on the bed: "Bill, I'm sorry ..."

He turned and made his ear close to her lips. "What?"

She did not speak anymore. But when Alan's eyes focused on her face, he noticed that the tear rolled down her face and soaked the pillow.

......

When Diana woke up, it was already twenty hours later.

When she opened her eyes, she stared at the high ceiling. And the first thought that came into her head was that ... she did not lose her first time.

She didn't know if she should feel rejoiced or feel creepy. The thing happened that night in the hotel's presidential suite was... obviously true. But did it mean that it was just a dream?

It was terrifying.

Diana secretly clenched her palm and determined that she had to go out of here.

However, she had no phone, she couldn't connect to the internet, and even her underwear was completely changed.

Diana seemed to be imprisoned in this large manor, and it was difficult for her to go out of here.

"Mistress, it's time to have a meal."

The maid came in and saw the beautiful woman holding her legs, leaning on the bed, with her eyes staring blankly at the wall, motionless.

Hey, how could anyone know that this woman became a fool after she woke up?

"Mistress, why do you treat yourself so bad like this? Now that you are married to our young master, you don't have to worry about making a living. The air here is good. Life here is good. Why don't you relax?"

Relax?

It was a lot easier to say than to do

Diana's eyes were still dull, but she could not help laughing at it, and her mouth angled upward subtly.

This sarcastic smile was caught exactly by the man's squinting eyes through the miniature camera.

In the big room, Diana didn't move anymore, and the servant was anxious. The door behind her suddenly opened, and Alan stepped in with his long legs.

"Young Master, Mistress still refuses to eat."

Alan's voice was cold and emotionless: "Go out."

The servants bent over and quit, leaving Diana and Alan only.

As Alan's footsteps were getting closer, Diana's breath suddenly became hurried, and the mattress next to her was sunken downwards. Her white wrist was suddenly pulled by a man and his fingers were pressed on her arm to check her pulse.

Diana felt nervous in her heart suddenly. What was he going to do? Did he want to torture her again?

She was nervous and her heartbeat accelerated, but the man didn't mean to leave at all, and he just held her wrist so quietly.

After a minute.

Diana's back was almost soused all over by sweat. Suddenly, Alan's face approached and was magnified in front of Diana's eyes, with such a mask of beasts with a large mouth opened, which made her pupil constricted and her body instantly move backwards.