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As she groaned in pain, she curled her petite body in pain.

What started as a sharp pain in her abdomen was followed by countless needles pricking at her limbs and her organs. Throbbing veins, a result of the pain, started to appear on Cheng Anya's neck.

As the veins around her temple throbbed, Cheng Anya hunched her back. As her hair dangled, she screamed in an excruciating sharpness. "Ahh…"

The pain lapped onto her like waves and roiled like an avalanche. Cheng Anya could not help but roar in pain as she tried to minimize the pain that burned in her. As the pain burned her up, nothing clearly worked.

Like steel hacking bone, the pain burned deeply.

It almost drove her to her limits.

As the pain that seared her limbs burned on, she imagined hundreds of needles racing for her and jabbing her nerves. As Cheng Anya could not bear the pain, she climbed up and raced for the head of the bed and hugged the pillar. She then rammed her head against the pillar.

"Ahh…" She screamed as she knocked her head with force…

It was as though she was insane!

While Cheng Anya's tolerance was nowhere short of that of a man, she did not scream in pain when Ning Ning was born. This was despite childbirth being the worst pain that a woman would go through. She was, however, unable to bear this pain.

One could imagine how searing this pain was, and how it almost robbed Cheng Anya of all her reasoning and strength.

It hurts…

"Ah Chen…"

With a few hard knocks, Cheng Anya's head was broken from the impact. Fresh blood trickled down her forehead and dyed half her face red. The blood then flowed from the forehead, past her eyes, and into the corners of her lips. Cheng Anya tasted her own blood.

"Ahh…" She screamed sharply and knocked herself against the pillar with force. As she fainted, her body was like a rag doll that rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Her pale doll face was covered in blood.

It seemed exceptionally scary.

This was an extremely large room that was lavishly decorated. With an 18th century European painting adorning the roof, it was beautiful beyond description yet had an intricate majesty to it. The floor was covered in the most famous Persian handmade carpet in very vibrant colors.

The retro decoration, especially the huge steel bed in the middle, had the vibes of a retro bed for princesses. It was covered in a silk-like material. The curtains were layered and mysterious. The sky-blue window curtains fluttered with the wind as the sea breeze carried its acrid heat.

Looking out from the window, one could see the beautiful sea that was akin to a blue diamond. There were also white, sandy beaches…

Everything seemed extremely spaced out.

Once things in the room calmed down, the retro carved doors opened. Louis, with two men in biohazard suits in tow, entered the room. As he looked at Miss Cheng, who was covered in blood, an almost-invisible smile appeared on his face.

His gaze remained an attractive emerald green. With a wave, he had the two men lift Cheng Anya up back onto the bed. The two of them then backed out of the room.

Only Louis and Cheng Anya were left in the room. With Cheng Anya deep asleep and blood trickling down her face, the blood dyed the silk pillow red. With half the pillow red and the other half white, the pillow seemed exceptionally gorgeous.

"This will do it. You can't escape now." Louis tucked his lips.

There was a maniacal glee in his eyes, and it was as though he had done the most correct thing possible. As he curled his slender fingers, he picked some fresh blood from Miss Cheng's face and licked it.

It was sweet.

"With you in my hands, why should I be afraid that he won't deliver himself to my doorstep?" Louis smiled as he jabbed Cheng Anya's forehead with his finger. Cheng Anya felt her wound ache and stroked her brows in discomfort.

"In pain?" Louis sounded exceptionally gentle. It was as though she was his most precious treasure in the world. He, however, cruelly jabbed his finger into Cheng Anya's wound and twirled it. Fresh blood trickled down the corner of her hair.

Despite being unconscious, Cheng Anya's lips turned pale from the pain. With the recurring pain and Louis pressing on her wound, tears mixed with blood trickled down and landed on the pillow.

Louis was enjoying the pain so much to a point of twistedness. The more the person below him suffered in pain, the more he enjoyed it. The violence and sadism in him danced in his gaze.

"Burn in pain, haha…" A peal of mad laughter escaped the corners of his lips and jolted the seagulls resting on the beach. The seagulls flew away.

With Cheng Anya unconscious, she did not get to see Louis' twisted gaze and convoluting madness.

The sky became darker!

When Cheng Anya woke up, it was already dusk the day after. The wound on her forehead was patched and she was changed into a miniskirt. As she gathered her memories, she remembered fainting shortly after Third Young Master Ye had left.

She could not remember anything else that happened after that. When she woke up, she woke up to sharp pain and remembered knocking herself out to relieve that pain. The stabbing pain in her forehead reminded her of that.

This was not a dream!

It was definitely real.

The opulently decorated room was garnished in gold, and each piece of furniture was pricy. As she heard the sound of the waves, Cheng Anya was shocked and got off the bed. She ran to the window side.

"My goodness…"

With the blue and white clouds, she was facing the ocean. Whilst the scenery was mesmerizing, there was a stone that created waves as the ocean lapped against it.

A row of tall palm trees and coconut trees lined the seaside and there were a few bright lounging umbrellas on the beach. There was a tropical vibe to the beach.

Cheng Anya was shocked. The surroundings were unfamiliar.

Where was she?

The seaside?

As she bore the discomfort and hunger, Cheng Anya walked out of the room barefooted. Whether it was due to hunger or not, Cheng Anya's body buckled. She took a lot of effort to go down each stair and almost tripped every time.

As though the energy in her body was sapped away from her, her every step was soft as jelly whilst her head twirled.

This was an opulently decorated mansion with retro decorations. Having spent many years in Great Britain and visited a few duke's castles as part of her job as Klose's secretary, the opulence of their castles could not be compared to what she was seeing.

Even though she was unfamiliar with the items, even a vase had an intricate history, let alone the amazing ceiling painting.

The mansion was empty and quiet. As Cheng Anya walked along, she did not see anybody. She walked out to see a huge garden that faced a huge swimming pool. The pool water was as blue as blue diamonds.

Everything seemed unusually quiet.

As the sea breeze blew, Cheng Anya had a feeling and followed the beach. With nobody in sight, she immediately understood that she was not on some seaside but on a personal island. As she walked on the beach barefooted, the sand rubbed against her feet. Whilst Cheng Anya enjoyed it, she could not help but feel uneasy.

The hot sun bore down on her as the sea breeze blew…

She was facing an open expanse of sea with a retro mansion behind her, which was immense. She keenly sensed an IR scanner sweeping and cameras all around.

There was a launch mechanism on the top of the mansion with a blinking red light that scanned the entire island constantly. Anybody who triggered it was sure to die beyond recognition.

…

Under the high temperature, which was at least ten degrees higher than City A, Cheng Anya was fatigued. After walking for some time, she did not encounter anybody and could only weakly prop herself up under the lounging umbrella.

Who brought her here?

Louis?

Cheng Anya's face was exceptionally pale. She knew that her body was out of whack, and that was no false impression. Despite her hunger and head wound, she shouldn't have been so weak like a critically ill patient whose life slowly dripped away.

While her heart could not help but panic, she wondered what was wrong with her body. Didn't the doctor give her a clean bill of health? How could she become so messed up overnight? She even felt pain as she walked.

Her breathing raced.

Something was very unusual. How could such a large island be empty?

A sharp pain suddenly flashed across her head and Cheng Anya collapsed onto a rattan chair. She clutched her head and hit it repeatedly. Thankfully, it was a momentary pain that soon disappeared.

As a shadow loomed over her, Cheng Anya, who was sweating buckets and almost about to cry out, turned back. She indeed saw Louis who was in a khaki relaxation attire. He seemed gentlemanly.

He took the axiom 'do not judge a person by their looks' up to eleven.

"So it's you!" Cheng Anya coldly smiled as she clenched her fists. Without the strength to fight Louis, the island was a dungeon that imprisoned her. If she was wiser, she should not have overextended herself.

"Your perseverance is much better than imagined. I was expecting you to only wake up tomorrow." Louis smiled gently as he shimmered under the sun with beady eyes. If he were not the godfather of the Mafia, nobody would imagine him to be that insidious.

While Cheng Anya did not want to show her weakness in front of him, she knew that she was in very bad shape. Her pallor and lack of strength made her a hapless fish on the chopping board.

She wanted to act strong but could not.

"Really? I am sorry to disappoint you." Cheng Anya coldly smiled as she wiped the sweat off her forehead. "You have sure been really thoughtful, but why would you? Who are you trying to lure to this island?"

His target was Ah Chen!

Although she had always known that, she still panicked. Cheng Anya stood up, and before she could walk any further, she exhausted herself and could not walk any further. She was angry. "Where is my son? What did you do to my son?" Her calm face showed a few hints of panic.

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