CHAPTER 13

  Sherry hadn’t noticed the difference in me, nor did she see the tear of my dress. She handed Jacques a sum of money. As Jacques had his back turned to me, he didn’t see me enter.

  Her son, Andrew, was asleep in the Pack and Play in the living room. I understood she must have just received another instalment payment from Lee Jung.

  As usual, I had to fake a cheerful smile, speaking in a high-pitched voice, “I’m heading to my room!”

  She didn’t keep me at all. Neither did Jacques follow. I knew they were discussing. Probably discussing my matters, or possibly what Sherry wanted to do in the future.

  I locked myself in the bathroom and broke down in tears. Tears that I was reluctant to allow The Master to see. I couldn’t understand what happened that he would be so brutal to me. He got what he wanted. There wasn’t a point in this torture anymore. But as long as Lee Jung kept seeking ‌Sherry in Thailand, I would always be at risk.