Just a whip? How about some handcuffs and candles too?

The man probably had never experienced anything like this before—where death seemed preferable to the pain he was enduring. At that moment, he wished someone would just kill him. He wanted to grab a knife and end it all, but the agony had him rolling on the ground, unable to do anything.

Gibson then took a couple of steps forward, making the man break into a cold sweat.

"I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!" he finally gave in.

He probably thought he could withstand any torture, having been trained for it, even ready to die. But in Gibson's hands, he didn't last ten seconds.

"It was Samuel! Samuel told me to do it! He wants the patent for an antibiotic that Miss Juarez holds!" The man, now on his knees, gasped in relief as he confessed.

Gibson rubbed his chin thoughtfully for a few seconds and then asked in a deep voice, "Which Samuel?"

"Samuel Davis, from the Davis Group!" the man replied reluctantly. He knew that betraying his employer meant the end of his career. But what's money compared to life and death?

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" Gibson stepped closer, making the man's heart pound with each step.

"It's all true! I swear, if I'm lying, let lightning strike me down!" the man stammered.

Boom—!

Coincidentally, a thunderclap sounded in the sky, scaring the man into repeatedly bowing his head to the ground. "Samuel not only wants the antibiotic patent, but he also planned to have a few guys to rape Miss Juarez!"

"Look up!" Gibson commanded, looking down at him.

The man raised his head, meeting Gibson's sinister smile.

"Hey, is there… anything else?"

"Am I handsome?" Gibson asked.

"Huh?!"

Smack!

Gibson slapped him hard. "You hesitated!"

"You're handsome, very handsome, the most handsome person I've ever seen!"

Smack!

Another slap left the man dumbfounded.

"Haha, you're lying!"

The man, confused, said, "Then… you're not handsome?"

Smack—!

Another slap landed.

"I hate dishonest people the most!" Gibson said with a calm smile.

At this point, the man finally realized Gibson was just toying with him. A few more slaps had him bruised and beaten.

...

Inside the Mercedes, both women were stunned.

"Wow, looks like you need a scoundrel to deal with another scoundrel," Gabrielle said, shaking her head.

Sonia gave an awkward smile. "This guy sure has a lot of tricks up his sleeve!"

Soon, Gibson finished up and got back into the car. 

"So, what did you find out?" Sonia asked softly, her voice tinged with urgency.

Gabrielle scoffed from the side. "Pfft, what could he possibly find out?"

"And what if I did find something out?" Gibson challenged.

"If you did? If you did, I'll play along with your little S&M game!"

"..."

Vroom—!

Gibson floored the gas pedal, and the car sped towards the city center like a wild horse. As they drove, he explained everything he had find out.

"Samuel?!"

"That bastard! Can't win fair and square, so he plays dirty?"

"I'd rather die than give him that patent!"

It was clear that Sonia had some history with Samuel. On one hand, there were business conflicts, and on the other, Samuel had been pursuing her for a long time. Being repeatedly rejected had infuriated him—he was the eldest son of the Davis family and wasn't used to being turned down.

As they passed by an adult toy store, Gibson pulled over.

"What are you doing?" Sonia asked, puzzled.

He replied calmly, "Someone likes to play rough, right? I'm just going to buy a whip."

Gabrielle and Sonia were speechless. "..."

"Are you even a man? I was just joking! Do you really have to take it seriously?" Gabrielle fumed.

When women realize they can't win an argument, they often question your manhood or your attitude.

Gibson simply pulled out his phone and played the recording of his conversation with the thugs. He didn't mind playing along with her challenge if it meant he could prove his point.

Seeing that she had no way out, Gabrielle looked pleadingly at Sonia.

"Just a whip? How about some handcuffs and candles too?" Gibson teased.

Gabrielle glared at him. "Bastard! You really dare to play, huh? I'm afraid you can't handle it!"

"Whoever chickens out is a coward!" Gibson declared as he got out of the car and walked into the store.

"Sonia, look at him…!" Gabrielle began to whine.

Sonia rubbed her temples and sighed. "Just stop going against him. You can't win."

"Hmph, someday he'll mess up, and I'll make sure he pays for it!"

...

Back at the villa, Gibson tossed the whip, handcuffs, and candles onto the couch.

"Alright, let's see the show!"

Gabrielle immediately backed away in fear. She was all talk, but when it came down to it, she always chickened out.

"I… I'm not feeling well today. Another time, for sure!"

While they were all messing around, Gibson's smile suddenly vanished. He quickly walked over to the window and drew all the curtains shut.

"Is someone outside?" she asked cautiously, her eyebrows knitted in concern.