Because You Are My Lady novel (Sharon and Stanley)

In the end, Elaine managed to persuade Allen, and he really let go of her and did not force her to do anything.

Hurriedly, she sat up and adjusted her clothes.

At that moment, his unrestrained gaze fell on her. "Well, since you wouldn't be able to go anywhere, and now that I'm bored, come over and have a drink with me!"

As Elaine trailed behind him, she secretly observed her surroundings.

Then, he patted the seat next to him. "Come here."

After she walked over, Allen gave her a bottle of beer. Since she wasn't good at drinking, she only took a small sip. When she felt the bitterness in her mouth, she frowned. Meanwhile, he stared at her and asked. "Why? Don't you like it?"

But she remained silent.

When he saw that she was silent, he chuckled, "Have more of it. It would save us a lot of trouble if we were drunk. Besides, we will be able to enjoy ourselves better later."

Suddenly, her hand that was holding the bottle of

beer froze.

After a pause, she asked, "Did you send out your message?"

"Why?"

"Haven't they replied you?"

With a frown, Allen asked, "What do you mean?"

"I was just thinking, it was quite some time since you had sent Vincent the video, and we both know that he had received it. If he really did care about me, he would have called you as soon as he saw it, but he didn't."

Then, she smiled at him. "Allen, maybe I am worthless in his heart. In fact, you even asked ten million for ransom from him. It would be stupid of him to give you so much money."

As soon as he heard that, his expression turned a little ugly. "If he doesn't care about you, today will be the day you die. So, you'd better pray that he cares about you!"

Indifferently, Elaine shrugged. "I wouldn't bother much if you were to kill me today. Anyhow, we humans would definitely die someday."

Never did Allen expect her to be so open-minded, and he could not help but sneer. "Well, even if you wanted to die, you would have to get my permission first. Besides, I would make sure that you would have an ugly death. Hence, you'd better pray that he would transfer the money to the account I mentioned, otherwise..."

As he threw the bottle in his hand, he said, "You would have to wait and see."

The shards of the bottle flew and almost scratched her face. Thankfully, she managed to avoid them. When Allen pulled her up, she hurriedly tried to find a weapon from the table behind her and smashed it at his head.

"Pow!" After Elaine smashed his head with the beer bottle, he stumbled for a bit and let her go.

Immediately, she ran outside.

However, the moment she grabbed onto the doorknob, she felt a sudden pain in her back. As she let out a silent cry, she was pushed to the ground by the force. Furiously, he shouted, "B*tch, you're seeking death!"

With strong force, he grabbed her hair and dragged her into the house.

Silently, Elaine gritted her teeth and placed her hands on the floor as she tried to find a weapon that she could use to attack him.

In a fit of anger, Allen threw her back into the cage. Then, he spat out a mouthful of blood and unbuckled his belt. "B*tch, if I don't torture you today, it would be unworthy of my broken hand!"

Disgusted, she uttered, "I really regret that I didn't

let him kill you at that time!"

Never did she expect that a person could actually be evil to such an extent.

As he took off his belt, he sneered, "God spared me from such a great disaster so that I could have today!"

Silently, she retreated, but the cage was just a small space, and there was nowhere she could go.

A trace of fear slowly emerged in her eyes.

Suddenly, she felt as if her hearing seemed to have been magnified many times. All she heard was his sinister laughter and the sound of him taking off his coat. Every sound and action that he made was causing her to panic.

At the moment of desperation, she seemed to hear the sound of footsteps.

And it was coming toward her direction.

Although it was pitch-dark outside the room, there seemed to be a bright light in the hazy darkness.

Under the dim light, she saw a slender shadow walked in. It was a dark-haired man in a black suit and a cold face.

The moment she saw him, the tears that she had been holding back all the time suddenly started to fall.

Meanwhile, Allen seemed to have sensed something, and as he turned around to look, his expression was as if he had seen a ghost. Very quickly, he calmed down and pulled out a gun from behind his waist. "Don't come over here."

When Vincent saw Elaine in the cage, he frowned at how confounded she was. In fact, it made him very upset.

"I would let you go if you were to release her go now."

With a sneer, Allen replied, "I should be the one to give you a chance! Did you bring the money over?"

"I didn't bring any money. I only have a gun with me. Do you want it?"

"How dare you show up without any money?" Immediately, Allen wrapped one of his arms around Elaine's neck and held the gun with the other hand against her head. "Well, you could only bring her dead body back then."

"Oh?" With a look of contempt, Vincent raised his eyebrows. "Looks like it was too nice of me to have just chopped off one of your hands. I should've sent you to h*ll back then."

"Cut the crap and hand your gun over!"

"What if I didn't want to?"

Then, Allen sneered and aimed at Elaine's leg

The sound of the gunfire was extremely loud in the darkness.

A sharp pain was felt from her thigh, and she was suddenly drenched in a cold sweat. In fact, it was so painful that she almost fainted.

The anger on Vincent's face spread like a raging fire as he stared at Allen's eyes like a sharp knife.

Calmly, Allen said, "Now, give me your gun."

Without any hesitation, Vincent did as he was told.

"Kick it over."

Obediently, Vincent kicked the gun toward him.

As Allen used his foot to move the gun behind him, his whole body trembled in excitement. "I want ten million. Transfer the money to me now."

When Vincent reached into his pocket, Allen's nerves tightened. "What are you doing?"

"To transfer the money, I need to use my phone."

"You better not play tricks, or I'll shoot your beloved woman!"

With a poker face, Vincent took out his mobile phone and made a phone call. "Immediately transfer ten million tothe account that I just ed. Also, prepare the best for me. Elaine is injured, and I need to take her to the treatment right away."

After that, he hung up. "Have a look at your phone. There should be a notification."

However, Allen was well prepared for everything, so if he were to receive the money in his account, he would also receive a call from someone.

Sure enough, after a moment, his phone rang, but the caller hung up the next second. It was an indication that he had gotten the money.

Never did Allen expect Elaine to be so useful.

Slowly, he narrowed his eyes. "I had never promised to let you go after I had received the money."

Immediately, Vincent asked, "What else do you want?"

"There's an ax at the corner. Pick it up and chop off your hand."

That answer left Vincent with a frown.

"Why, you don't dare to do it?" With a sneer, Allen pointed the gun toward Elaine's other leg.

"Hold on." Hurriedly, Vincent answered, "I'll go get it."

As her whole body trembled, her hazy gaze was filled with incredulity.

Calmly, Vincent found the ax and put his hand on the table. Before he chopped it off, he looked at Elaine and asked, "Although I would be ugly without one hand, you won't despise me in the future, right?" Then, she gritted her teeth and shouted clearly, "You're not allowed to chop it off!"

"But if I were not to do it, he would hurt you." Softly, he chuckled.

"My life has nothing to do with you. Don't worry about me!"

With a cold face, Vincent said, "You heartless woman. I came here to save you, but you're telling me that we have nothing to do with each other? If you didn't have anything to do with me, I wouldn't even care if you were to be dead or alive."

Then, he stared at her and asked, "Are you sure that you want to say that I have nothing to do with you?"

Angrily, she threw a glare at him.

Relaxed, Vincent raised the corners of his mouth and put aside the ax that he was holding. "It would only be worthy of me to chop off my hand if you were to say that we have something to do with each other." At that moment, he was talking to her in an uninhibited manner as he there were discussing the weather.

In fact, he sounded as if he was not in danger at all.