𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Chapter 32

Where am I? Why am I here? Is this kidnapping?

My heart raced as I tried to break free from the restraints holding me. Fear coursed through me, and I couldn’t understand my situation.

The blindfold over my eyes amplified my fear, leaving me confused and vulnerable.

Suddenly, a deep voice cut through the silence. "Untie her," it commanded.

I felt a spark of hope. Someone might be here to save me. I noticed hands working to loosen the ropes that bound me.

When my restraints fell away, my senses sharpened, and my body trembled with a mix of relief and tension. I carefully lifted the blindfold, blinking to adjust to the sudden light. Slowly, the room came into view.

I was in a dimly lit space, illuminated by a flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air smelled musty, as if the room had been shut away for a long time.

As I looked around, I saw a man sitting in front of me. He radiated authority, sitting confidently with his legs crossed. His deep, piercing eyes seemed to look right through me.

I felt a swirl of questions. Why was I here? I wanted answers but was also cautious about what I might learn.

"What is this place?" I managed to ask.

He smiled, amusement twinkling in his eyes. "Can we start with the introduction first?" He raised an eyebrow, challenging me.

Ignoring his suggestion, I pressed on. "Why am I here?"

My question lingered in the air, filled with urgency. I needed to know the reason for this encounter and who this man was.

He leaned back, the chair creaking softly. He appeared calm, as if he held the answers I sought.

"To have a talk," he said, a hint of secrecy in his tone. "Don't panic. You are my guest." His words deepened the mystery, leaving me with more questions.

My gaze briefly shifted to the men in black standing silently around us, their presence both intimidating and intriguing. A skeptical smile crept across my face.

"What a strange way to invite someone for a talk. Do you always use this method?" I raised an eyebrow, challenging him to explain.

He chuckled softly, clearly amused. With a gesture, he signaled for the men to leave. Once they were gone, the silence enveloped us.

His attention returned to me, his gaze filled with interest. "Now that—" he started, but I interrupted him.

"Get to the point," I said, my voice firm, demanding answers from this mysterious man.

There was a brief pause as tension filled the room. His expression relaxed, and a small smile appeared. He leaned closer, meeting my gaze with intensity.

"If that’s what you want, I'll be straightforward," he replied.

I narrowed my eyes, confused but eager for his answer. Instead of responding directly, he asked a puzzling question.

"Who is behind you?" he inquired, his voice suggesting he knew more than he let on.

I frowned, my confusion deepening. "What?" I replied, bewildered.

His face remained serious as he continued, "You made us lose many shares overnight. There must be someone influential behind you."

My mind raced, trying to understand his cryptic words. Who was this man? What was he talking about?

"I don't understand what you're saying." I replied, my voice now tinged with frustration.

A sly smile played on his lips as he leaned in closer to my ear, his voice barely above a whisper.