Cynthia's POV
I stood still and didn't dare to move, those behind him were staring at me, and I knew that if I run now, they would catch up with me immediately!
And… I really don't have any evidence, all six of them can prove that I am holding a pile of fabric late at night to go where I shouldn't go, while I don't have any evidence to say clearly that they are gambling here.
"I... I won't tell…" I said softly, trying desperately to restrain the fear I felt now, hoping they would believe me.
"I certainly do believe you." Mark stood close to me, so close that I could see the frenzy in his eyes that had not yet faded: "You're nervous?"
"No, no, I'm not." The truth was I was more nervous, I clutched the fabric in my hands, it was so dark in here and I was facing a man who had beaten me,
