Alive

Scarlette eyed her bruised body.

She grabbed the sheets and used it to cover herself.

"Not bad…" the old man who was smoking a cigar on the couch just across the bed let out a peal of throaty laughter. It immediately reminded her of what had transpired just a few minutes ago.

She lowered her head and thought of the gruesome things that happened. She shivered.

How did it all come to this?

Slowly, hot tears made their way into her cheeks.

"My assistant already prepared some new clothes for you. You can leave now."

Without saying a word, Scarlette grabbed the sheets and used it to cover her body as she left the room.

Outside, two maids were already waiting for her. One was holding a first aid kit, the other was holding a towel. Next to the maid was Mr. Nakamura.

He looked at her and nodded in satisfaction.