His Perfect Wife Strikes Back

85 Tell The Truth And Live!

Daley and I went outside the hotel and I found three black cars parked in front of us. We got into one of the Mercedes and Daley gave the driver an address before the car slowly pulled out of the hotel.

"Where are we going?" The car pulled out of the city, and through the gray windows I could see the dark road. The car was moving smoothly and Daley was looking straight ahead.

"You'll be there soon," he said.

About 20 minutes later, the car was outside a seemingly abandoned factory. I remember this place. Frade brought me here before. Jorah died here. But unlike before, this time there was a special guard outside the factory. A monitor is installed outside the iron door. I think Daley arranged all this, but why did he bring me here?

The guards, after identifying Daley, let the car into the factory. The driver pulled into a grassy area of the factory, and Daley and I got out. I saw the lights on in the abandoned factory, and from a distance I could see people moving around inside. The pungent smell from the factory's smoke vents made me frown.

"What are they doing in there?" I asked Daley.

"Nothing," Daley said as he turned and headed for the factory. I followed him. The bodyguards who had come with us were outside the factory.

Daley pushed open an iron door next to the factory and went in. I found that the door went straight underground. Wall lights were installed on both sides of the wall leading to the basement. I carefully walked down the steps one by one. Finally, we came to a broad, bright flat. The basement looked like a small prison with two muscular men in tight gray t-shirts standing in the middle. There was a chair beside them. A person with a black mask over her head was tied to a chair. I was surprised to find two gallows in the corner.

Daley turned this basement into his game warehouse!

I noticed that the bound person was wearing a pair of red high heels. She wriggled, her taped mouth struggling to speak. One of the guards, who had a tattoo on his neck, slapped her, and she stopped moving.

"Take off her mask," Daley ordered his bodyguards.

The moment the guard removed the woman's mask, I saw Gina's face turn pale from shock. The moment she saw me, her eyes were full of fire.

"I got a cat for you to play with," Daley whispered in my ear. "Whoever bites you will pay."

I looked at the bandage on my hand. The cat's bite was still there. So what do I do with her now?

"Let's stay a while," I said to Daley.

So Daley ordered the two bodyguards out of the basement. He wanted to stay with me, but I told him I didn't need that.

"You can use whatever you want on the table," Daley said. "I'll be right outside."

I glanced at the instruments of torture on the table beside me. There were whips, knives, hammers, and electric batons. That's very thoughtful of Daley.

"Hello, sister," I said, tearing the tape from Gina's mouth. She let out a cry of pain.

"Why did you bring me here?" Gina shouted. "I'm going to tell dad. I'm going to tell him what you did to me."

"You may never see him again," I said coldly. "Do you really think he'll come to save you?"

"I'm daddy's favorite daughter. If you hurt me, he'll kill you." Gina twisted her arms and legs as she tried to free herself from the rope. But the rope had tied her hands and feet so tightly to the chair that she could not break free.

"Let's make a bet." I took out my cell phone and waved it in front of her. "Let me call dad and see if he comes to save you."

"Tell me his phone number."

Gina stared at the phone in my hand. She looks at me again. After making sure I wasn't joking, she immediately gave me our father's phone number.

I pressed the dial button, but no one answered the phone. Gina's face contorted as she stared at the screen. I saw a drop of sweat running down her forehead.

"Maybe he doesn't even know you're missing, or maybe he's already asleep." I provoked her. "Daddy doesn't like to be disturbed while he's sleeping, does he?"

"Call dad again, please," Gina said.

"This is the last chance," I said as I pressed the dial button, the phone still ringing with a hopeless voice.

"Who is it?" My father's husky, tired voice rang up the moment the call was about to turn into a voice mail.

"Dad, it's me. Gina," Gina yelled at the phone. "It's Eva. She's the one who grabbed me..."

"Hello, dad!" I moved the phone away from Gina and made a silent gesture, but she kept screaming for our father to save her. So I put the tape back over Gina's mouth, and the world went quiet.

I purposely put on a speaker so that she could hear the conversation between me and my father.

"How dare you call me?" My father yelled at the other end of the line. "You should have been f.ucked to death on that island!"

"You're surprised, aren't you?" I sneered. "Not only am I not dead, but I've got your baby girl."

"What do you want?" My father asked.

"You told the police I was a murderer, and now the police are looking for me. Dad, that's not fair," I said. "I remember I just pushed Lydia. Why are you blaming me for her death?"

"You did kill your stepmother." My father's tone was cold. "I advise you to turn yourself into the police. Otherwise, no matter where you go, you will be hunted like a rat by the police."

"How about we make a deal?" I looked at Gina. "You get the police to drop the charges against me, I'll give you Gina back."

"No way," my father insisted. "I will never be threatened by you again."

"If you don't, your little girl Gina will be gone from this world forever," I snapped. "Dad, I'm not kidding!"

There was a few seconds of silence at the other end of the line. I thought my father would have agreed to the request after thinking about it. After all, he loved Gina so much.

"I will never give you what you want, even if you kill Gina."

His answer was like a knife to Gina's heart. I saw her face freeze, and then her eyes were filled with despair.

The cat was frightened.

"If I told you that I had information on you and Ron's illegal operations, would you have turned me down?" I showed him my final chips. "About arms smuggling."

There was another silence at the other end of the phone. The silence lasted longer this time. He was frightened. The information was absolutely fatal to him. Once I send this to the FBI, my father will not only go bankrupt, he will go to jail.

"Maybe we should meet in person." My father had to bow his head. "Let me set a time for us to meet. I'll get back to you."

"I'll be expecting your call," I said, "But only until 12 o'clock tomorrow."

The phone hung up and I put my cell phone on the table. Then I selected the electric baton from a variety of instruments. Gina's face contorted when she saw me holding the baton.

"Now, you're going to tell me why you set me up." I tore the tape off her mouth, and a ring of red marks formed around it.

"Tell the truth and live!"