Chapter 3 It's Not My Debt
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Teresa made up her mind to get out of here now. She could always find a way!
One hundred million dollars... Only a fool would pay him money!
The man seemed to have anticipated what she was thinking and warned her in a deep voice, "We have made a deal. Don't think about calling the police or running away from me. My name is Bryce. You know what it means."
Bryce... Mr. Brolin... Bryce Brolin!
It was him!
Teresa was completely stunned, and after that, she felt disappointed and very frustrated.
If it was anyone else, Teresa could still figure out a way.
But Bryce Brolin was different. He was the heir of the Brolin group, who had many resources both in the criminal world and in the law enforcement agency, which made Teresa stand no chance of winning.
After all, even Teresa's family, the Haze family, also wanted to be an ally of the Brolin group.
"Got it, Mr. Brolin," Teresa whispered.
Her attitude pleased Bryce, and Bryce made a crueler condition.
"If you have a relationship with other men, such as... trading yourself for money, within this month, then I will take back my promise."
Teresa lowered her head and didn't look at him.
Bryce bent over and got closer to her, whispering to her ears, "It's not late to change your mind now."
Although it looked hopeless, Teresa, who was strong and gritty, did not want to give up at all.
She looked up at him and said weakly, "I will try my best to pay you back..."
Bryce's cold face finally cracked into a meaningful smile.
It must be a great pleasure to capture her and see her despairing again.
"I'm looking forward to that day then."
After Bryce left with his man, Teresa realized that she was soaked in a cold sweat.
It turned out that it was how it felt like escaping from hell.
"Teresa..."
Outside the room, Elva was lying on the ground, weeping weakly.
Hearing her crying, Teresa came back to her senses and supported Elva back to her bedroom.
Jasper could not be contacted at all, and Elva, who was exhausted and frightened, didn't have the mood to celebrate her birthday and fell asleep.
Teresa had no choice but to find a reliable maid to take care of Elva.
After that, she had to consider her own problems.
Driving back to her bakery, Teresa started checking the account. There were a lot of payments that were not made yet. It didn't matter before, but now Teresa had to get as much money as she could.
That Bryce Brolin was a madman. He was too dangerous.
Teresa could ask her family for help, but she had caused such big trouble herself. She wanted to solve it herself.
After thinking for a while, Teresa forced herself to dial a number.
"Hello, Mr. Johnson? Yes, I'd like to talk about that there is a balance due to your account."
One evening a few days later, in a restaurant at a hotel.
A middle-aged man touched the back of Teresa's hand with a lewd grin, "Ms. Haze, I can pay you back when I go back. It's not a big deal at all. Well... But I think maybe..."
Teresa withdrew her hand in disgust, "Thank you then, Mr. Johnson. I've already paid the bill. By the way, I've got some business to take care of. I'm leaving now. Bye."
She took her purse and stood up, but then, she suddenly felt dizzy and sat back in the chair.
Something was wrong!
Resisting the drowsiness and dizziness, Teresa realized that she was roofied in horror. Scott Johnson must have done something with her drink!
Scott proudly put his arms around Teresa's shoulders, "I knew you are difficult, Ms. Haze. Fortunately, I'm ready for this. See, you are much more approachable now."
After he finished speaking, he pecked at Teresa's cheek smugly.
"It's early now. Don't rush back. Let me take you upstairs, Ms. Haze. We still have a lot of things to do!"
The two sat in the corner of the restaurant, snuggling like love birds! No one noticed them at all.
Teresa was angry and anxious and regretted going here alone today.
She was getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't even throw a glass to attract attention for help. In the end, she became unconscious.
"Oops, you just had a glass of wine, Ms. Haze. How did you get drunk so easily? Let me take you to rest first."
Scott picked Teresa up and acted like a good boyfriend. And then, he walked toward the elevator with a big bright smile.
The elevator took them to the floor of Scott's hotel room. When Scott walked through the corridor with Teresa in his arms, he saw a group of people coming in the opposite direction.
He gasped when he saw who they were.
But it was too late to step back. He had no choice but to bite the bullet and go forward and greet warmly, "Mr. Brolin!"
Among the people walking toward Scott, Bryce Brolin was in the middle.
The outsiders had only heard of the Brolin group, but Scott was an experienced and sophisticated businessman, and he understood exactly what the Brolin group meant.
It could decide the development of countless companies with one word.
Even if Scott was used to putting on airs in the business world, when he faced Bryce, the heir to such a huge business empire, Scott had to bend down his head.
Bryce didn't know Scott and wasn't in the mood to talk.
A middle-aged man with a flattering smile was enough to make Bryce sick, not to mention that this man was also bringing an unconscious young woman in his arms.
Bryce just glanced at Scott coldly, and he didn't even bother to greet back.
Just as he passed by, Teresa seemed to wake up, and she struggled slightly, showing her side face in Scott's arms.
Bryce recognized her and frowned. He stopped and said abruptly, "Wait."
Scott stood still, his heart skipping a beat.
"I know this woman. Where are you taking her to?" Bryce turned and came back, standing in front of Scott and blocking his way like an iceberg. His men also surrounded Scott drily.
Scott's face turned pale with fright. He was so panicked that he couldn't have the strength to hold Teresa.
Bryce hurriedly reached out and took Teresa over.
Scott waved his hands repeatedly in a cold sweat, "Mr. Brolin, don't get me wrong... Ms. Haze is my friend. She invited me over for dinner tonight, but now she got drunk. I have to take her to her room... You know, I need to take care of her..."
Bryce didn't believe a word of what Scott said and didn't even bother to expose his lies. He coldly said, "I'll take it from here."
After that, he passed Scott before Scott had a chance to say anything.
How could Scott dare to say anything about it? He had to pretend to be cheerful and echoed with a smile, "Well then, thank you so much, Mr. Brolin."
Bryce carried Teresa all the way to his royal suite and then threw her on the bed violently.
He stared at Teresa, who remained unconscious, with a cold and indifferent look. After a while, he withdrew his gaze and turned around to fetch a wine cooler from the table and poured all the ice water on Teresa.
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