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The view outside the window was horrifying. The sky seemed enraged right now. The rain was pouring violently. A brilliant flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by a thunder explosion. The shrill sound of branches broken by the lightning resounded through the darkness.
The two wall lamps were on. The window was swaying violently with the wind, giving the room an eerie ambiance.
"Why are you doing this to me? I don't even know you." Kathryn An's back was against the cold wall. Tears were streaming down her face, and her voice was trembling with fear. She was on her way to the shopping mall when she was kidnapped. She was knocked unconscious, and when she opened her eyes, she was already in this strange room.
Patrick Ye stared at her. With a faint smile, he asked in a low voice, "Why don't you take a guess?"
She was bewildered. She didn't understand what he meant. The complicated emotions in his eyes were also difficult to read. Was this a kind of a joke? But there seemed to be a trace of pain and hatred in his voice.
Her heart was overwhelmed by misgivings. The gloomy atmosphere outside added up to her grief. She felt like she was trapped in an ice cave.
All of a sudden, Patrick Ye tore her dress violently, exposing her skin to the cold air.
"No!" Kathryn An pleaded. She stretched out her hands to stop him, but he held her hands and pressed them against the wall above her head. When the wind blew hard, the window opened wide, and the rain splashed onto her body. It was freezing cold. She wanted to hide, but she couldn't escape from his grip.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and unfolded it in front of her. He then said, "If you don't want to play with me, I don't mind venting my anger on David An. What do you think?"
She stared at the piece of paper in front of her with her big eyes. The handwriting and the signature were very familiar to her. She was sure that it was written by her brother, David An. Shocked, she stammered, "He owes you ten million?" Her face turned pale in an instant, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead. "Are you taking me as his payment?"
His eyes narrowed when he saw the fear and panic on Kathryn An's face. "You think too highly of yourself. You're not that valuable. David owes me a huge amount of gambling debts and hurts one of my men. If I go through the legal process, I'm sure he will have prison meals for a couple of years."
David An, her half-brother, was the son of her father and his ex-wife. He had always been rebellious since he was a child. His bad character had always caused trouble for their family.
Seeing that she was still struggling to escape, Patrick Ye kissed her trembling lips overbearingly. She felt she couldn't breathe.
With his ruthless kiss, he never intended to give her a chance to make a choice. He used this method to tear up her dignity and let pain crush her soul.
When she was already gradually losing her strength, he threw her away to the floor. Another flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by thunder. The white light shone on her pale face.
He looked at her with his bloodthirsty and gloomy eyes. Complex emotions were written all over his face. Only he who knew that real reason why he was treating her like this. The truth was, it had nothing to do with the gambling debts.
After staring at her for quite a while, he turned around and left her alone, half-conscious. Left alone, she felt more anxious. She prayed that he would not involve her parents in this mess or let them know about it.
Since D City was a coastal city, the summer weather was changeable. The changes were even faster than tearing a book.
As the night deepened, the rainstorm attacked the city again.
Since Patrick Ye left, Kathryn An stayed in the room alone. Two servants came in to clean the room, but they just ignored her as if she wasn't there.
But while the servants were cleaning, she overheard their conversation. She found out that he was the CEO of Ye Group. Although she didn't know much about him, he was nothing to her but a devil.
Flashes of lightning and thunder explosions shook the room like hell. She threw away the quilt in her hand and rolled down from the bed. She curled up in the corner of the room and trembled.
As soon as the lightning and thunder stopped, the room became dark again. Since it was so quiet, the raindrops on the window could be heard clearly. It was still raining heavily outside. Once again, the inexplicable fear overwhelmed her.
At this time, the door was pushed open from the outside. She stared at the door with her fearful eyes. She held her breath as she waited for Patrick Ye to appear at the door.
But with the light coming from the corridor, she saw a middle-aged woman standing at the door. She heaved a sigh of relief.
"Miss An." The woman called her name while turning on the lights. Kathryn An had a clear view of the woman. She was wearing decent clothes and had a stern expression on her face. There were also two maids standing behind her.
"Who are you?" Kathryn An asked as she looked up at the woman.
"I'm Mr. Ye's butler. Everyone calls me Lily." Lily wore an expressionless face just like Patrick Ye's. After introducing herself, she waved her hand slightly, and the maids behind her walked towards Kathryn An.
"What are you doing?" Kathryn An felt scared at once. She tried to move back, but her back was already against the cold wall.
"Mr. Ye wants to see you," Lily replied.
When she heard that she was going to see Patrick Ye again, Kathryn An felt like she was running out of breath. Facing a beast like him was indeed terrifying.
However, she had no other choice but to follow Lily to the dining room. While walking, she got a chance to look around. The house was huge. The corridor was like a maze, but the panoramic glass provided a good visual effect.
"Mr. Ye, Miss An is here." Lily moved slightly to give way for Kathryn An to walk in.
Patrick Ye sat at the table, reading a document in his hand. Without raising his head, he said to Lily, "Okay. You can go now."
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