Love Circle

Yaphet Scott was hung for three days and three nights in a dark basement.

No water dripped in, and her consciousness was sluggish. The lotus root pink haute couture evening dress on her body was already dilapidated, and her face was not as pale as a human being.

Just when she thought she was going to die.

boom--

A basin of bone-chilling cold water was splashed towards her without warning, followed by a hard slap on her face.

Pain spread through Yaphet Scott's limbs.

"Yaphet Scott, come and have a look, Milo loves you so much that you are hanging here and feel so lonely, so I specially sent you three men to play with, are you happy?"

The familiar and vicious voice brought Yaphet Scott back to consciousness, and slowly opened his eyes to see his half-sister Wendy Scott standing in front of her, with contempt and mockery in her eyes.

"Wendy Scott, is that you? You locked me here?" Because of the exhaustion, Yaphet Scott had difficulty even speaking.

But his gaze was fixed on Wendy Scott like ice quenched with poison.

three days ago.

She was taken to a banquet by her younger sister, and after drinking a drink, she felt something was wrong.

She wanted to go out to get some air, but she was beaten unconscious, and then she was taken to this dark basement, where she was hung by chains for three days and three nights.

In the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drank, and the effects of the medicine in her body were constantly taking effect. In order to wake herself up, she had to bite her tongue to let the blood flow out little by little, so as to wake herself up.

During the few days she was imprisoned, she kept thinking about who imprisoned her, but she never thought it was Wendy Scott.

But why!

"No, no, not only me, but also Milo."

Wendy Scott giggled when he saw him in astonishment, stroking his flat belly with provocative eyes, "After all, I am pregnant with Milo's child, and I told him that he can only choose one child or sister."

"Then, Milo chose me and the baby... After all, it's also a boy baby. Mrs. Sam likes boys a lot, and my sister doesn't know that."

Yaphet Scott knew how to speak in shock.

On the contrary, Wendy Scott laughed more presumptuously, "What's more, brother Mu Yang prepared that questionable drink, and he is also responsible for imprisoning you here, and he even found these men."

"Brother Muyang said that he was afraid that I would not feel safe. These are gifts he prepared for me and the baby in my stomach. Hmm... I like this gift very much."

Yaphet Scott could hardly believe what he was hearing.

Obviously Milo Sam was so kind to her, but he had to believe everything in front of him.

Yaphet Scott tried to calm down his emotions and asked word by word: "When were you together?"

"On your birthday, he was in my bed."

Wendy Scott answered very simply, then snapped his fingers to the three people behind him, and smiled evilly, "You three are welcome, just play whatever you want, it doesn't matter if you die or become disabled, but remember to take pictures."

After speaking, Wendy Scott planned to go out.

But after a few steps, he turned back.

"By the way, sister, for the sake of you being played to death, let me tell you the truth. In fact, your mentally ill mother is not dead yet. She was sold by me and my mother for fifty yuan."

Wendy Scott clicked his tongue again, "Hey, sure enough, a woman with a mental illness is worthless. We originally offered to sell it for one hundred yuan, but they only offered fifty, and we agreed."