His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

70 Going Back

"Are you serious?" I couldn't believe it. "Can I really go home?"

"Yes," he said in a tone that excited and discredited me.

I remember I begged him to let me go home before, but he turned me down cruelly. I remember failing to escape from him. I thought black clouds were holding me back, but suddenly the obstacle disappeared. The hope of going home lay before me.

I got cold feet.

"What made you change your mind?" I looked into his eyes, which were golden and misty, and I couldn't see into his heart.

"We'll leave when the weather is good. It's said that the next two days will be sunny, although that might not be accurate." He paused. "But we have to try, don't we?"

"We?" I said doubtfully. "I thought you'd never leave the island."

He used to make me think he was connected to everything on the island. He killed the Karrh brothers and became the winner of the game. He became the most powerful man on the island. Is he really gonna give up everything he's worked so hard for?

"Haven't you always wanted to go back? To your hometown and kill everyone on your Death List?" He asked. "Now the opportunity is right there. You just have to say yes or no."

"Yes, I want to go home," I couldn't wait to answer.

"Good. Tomorrow we'll take a boat to Mexico City and fly back to the United States on the way," he said.

"But I don't have a passport." Without a passport, how would I go back?

"Don't worry about that," he reassured me. "Someone will provide us with legal passports. A new identity."

Just as I was about to open my mouth to ask him more questions, he stopped me. His tone was cold and impatient.

"It's too late now. I think you should go to bed first."

"The women who were abducted, can you help them too?"

"Not yet, but I can get them to do some simple work on the island. They don't have to be forced into p.rostitution like they used to." Daley glanced in the direction of the door, as if eager to end the conversation.

"But I have some more questions for you." I didn't want to end the conversation.

"You'll have plenty of time to ask questions on the plane tomorrow." Before he turned to leave, he reminded me, "Remember! No matter what happens downstairs, don't leave the room."

Although I hate his attitude, the thought of me going back to my hometown makes me very excited. Yes, I'm finally going back. I'll see Frade and the rest of my list.

It's not over!

The next morning, Rita woke me up and she got me all the clothes and food I needed. I told her that she didn't need to prepare so many things. After all, the trip would take a day at most. But Rita told me that the items she prepared for me included food she made herself. She wanted me to try it. And she confided in me that she would stay at home until Daley came back.

Seeing Rita's determined eyes, I couldn't bear to burst her bubble. Who would want to come back to this island? I would never.

But what about Daley? Is he coming back? He hasn't even told me why he suddenly chose to leave. I refuse to believe that he just wanted to send me back to America. Something must have happened to him.

I thought of the group of strangers who came to the house last night. I was sure they must be from America. What do they have to do with Daley?

I'm gonna get to the bottom of this.

The car dropped us off at the docks and Daley didn't say a word the whole way. I found that he didn't even take his luggage with him. The strangers reappeared and followed us to a ship. Daley was still in the cabin with them, and they seemed to have a lot to discuss. I didn't dare bother Daley until the ship stopped at a dock in Mexico City.

As we disembarked, a bald man in black sunglasses and a gold necklace stepped forward to greet Daley. He calls him kindly.

"How are you doing, buddy?"

Daley hugged him, and then he whispered something into the bald man's ear, who gave me a thoughtful glance. The man's eyes made me uncomfortable. There was an indescribable look in his eyes. It was as if the customer were looking at the clothes displayed on the mannequin in the glass window, as if I were a commodity in his eyes.

"I'll take care of you," said the bald man, patting Daley on the shoulder. "By the way, let's talk about how we can work together after our business."

"I'd love to," Daley smiled. Only I knew that his smile was a polite gesture.

Daley introduced me to the bald man who was his partner, and his name was Robert.

Then we got into the car of the bald man, whose driver took us down to a nice hotel in the city centre. When I got out of the car, I realized that the golden building was an entertainment hotel with a casino and a show. Robert has arranged a presidential suite for us to rest.

"You stay in your room and if you get bored, go down to the casino." Daley pointed to the stack of green chips on the table, "If it's not enough, ask the waiter. Just tell him my name."

"Everyone here seems to know you, Daley," I said warily. "So you're sending me away now?"

"I have to talk to Robert about something important and our flight leaves at 1 p.m. so you have plenty of time to play," he says, handing me a mobile phone. This is an old cell phone that can only answer calls.

"Keep pressing number one and you'll get me on the phone."

"When are you going to talk to me?" I asked.

"There will be time," Daley told me. "Go downstairs and play. This hotel offers special services for women. Any man in a blue bow tie is a s.ex worker."

"You don't mind if I have s.ex with other men?" I asked, staring into his eyes.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his eyes were as calm as ever.

"I don't mind."

I wanted to tell him to go to hell, but I held back. Why did I care about him?

"I'll get three!"

He almost laughed, and then I stuffed the chips on the table into my purse. I decided to find a sexy dress in my closet and go to the casino. Of course, I did it to piss him off. But he seemed unmoved.

The change in his attitude disturbed me, and he didn't react well to any provocation I gave him, which means he doesn't really care about me that much.

I feel a little sad.

It is said that a man in a bad mood does not have good luck at the gambling table. I lost all my chips in less than half an hour when I arrived at the casino. I bet a lot of money, and the other customers were amazed at the way I gambled. I know that I am acting on impulse.

I was about to take the elevator back to my room and a waiter stood next to me with a plate of fruit. I heard a noise coming from the microphone he was wearing.

"Tommy, the boss and Daley have moved their conference room to Room 406, so you'd better get ready."

The waiter answered yes to the microphone.

Then the elevator stopped on the 4th floor, and I followed the waiter out of the elevator. I crept up behind him and kept my distance.

If he doesn't tell me, why can't I find out for myself?