“Yes, sir." The men in black approached Jamie step by step.

Jamie's eyes widened as she stared at the man slowly walking toward her. Jarrod must be out of his mind.

Jamie was so frightened that she broke out in a cold sweat when she felt someone pry her mouth open. But she didn't give in. She shouted, “Jarrod, do you think that's all you owe her? Think about it. Why did she insist she had never betrayed you?"

Jarrod suddenly turned around and looked at Jamie with eyes gleaming with fury. He asked ruthlessly, "What do you mean?"

The man in black stopped what he was doing when he heard Jarrod's voice.

There was a pool of smelly liquid on the floor, flowing down Jamie's legs. She was so scared that she wetted herself.

When the man in black stopped moving, Jamie gasped. It was as if she was free from the jaw of the death just now. Then she looked at Jarrod and answered, “I won't tell you unless you let me go.

Otherwise, you will never know the truth for the rest of your Life."

In the end, Jamie suffered rounds of torture from Jarrod's men. Her shrill screams echoed in the room, and they were getting creepier.

But still, she refused to talk about it.

Jamie knew that telling Jarrod the truth was tantamount to courting death. She wouldn't say anything unless she was sure that her Life would be spared.

The torturing lasted for a few hours.

Jarrod walked out of the basement with murderous eyes. He ordered the men in black, “Keep asking until she tells the truth. Do everything but make sure she doesn't die."

After a few days, Jarrod received news from the basement. Jamie fooled the bodyguards and took the opportunity to run away.

Alec looked for Jamie everywhere but to no avail. After a while, he gave up, thinking she might have died somewhere.

If she died, then Jarrod would really not know the truth for the rest of his Life.

The night was long and dark tonight.

Inside Jarrod's bedroom, there was a customized crystal coffin where Nicole's body, processed into a mummy, lay. Her skin had already turned dark, and it clung to her bones. One of her legs was missing, making her look particularly terrifying.

However, Jarrod showed no fear at all. He pressed his face against the coffin, looking deeply infatuated. "From now on, I no longer have to worry that you will leave me."

The night was getting deeper.