I was in shock, by the time I gathered my senses, the car had already started.

Beside me sat a man, blocking the car door. He wore black sunglasses, and a black suit, looking exactly like someone from those mafia shows you see on TV.

"What are you trying to do?!" I screamed loudly as I struggled to reach the door handle.

The man beside me instantly grabbed my wrist, threw it onto my lap, and viciously taped my hands together with duct tape.

The feeling of not having control over your own body was terrifying.

The disparity in power was so large that I even forgot to call for help.

"Who are you people? What do you want?" It took me some time to muster up the courage to question the man seated by the front passenger seat. He was the one who dragged me out of the shop.

"Don't you know why?" The man turned his head, glancing at me.

A cold smirk hung on his lips. Despite his handsome face, the deep chilling coldness from it made me shiver involuntarily.

I felt like I understood.

Have kidnappers become this high-end? Driving Bentley luxury cars, speaking in riddles.

"This shop belongs to my stepfather, I don't have any money."

I forced myself to calm down, shaking my head as I replied to him.

"Heh..."

The man let out a cold laugh, as if he had just heard a hilarious joke.

"Do you think we want to kidnap you?"

What else do they want if not money?

As this thought crossed my mind, goosebumps instantly sprung up all over my body.

Why do they know my name?

My daily life consisted of traveling between just two places -- my fried chicken shop and my home, with the occasional visit to the supermarket. There's no way I would have any enemies.

"I don't understand what you're trying to say, I just know you're committing a crime here! Let me go!"

I kept shouting as we drove, but the four men in the car, including the driver, strangely didn't respond to my cries.

I watched the passing scenery, initially able to recognize landmarks, but as the car continued to drive towards more remote areas, I completely lost my sense of direction by the time they pushed me outside.

A secluded private villa stood before me. I had noticed during the drive that there were almost no other houses around, rendering shouting useless.

"What do you guys really want?"

I stood by the car door, refusing to move, staring intently at one of the men.

"Upstairs!" The man flicked ash off his cigarette and urged me impatiently.

The way he looked at me made me feel as if I wasn't wearing clothes, which only added to my fear.

I avoided his bare gaze, gritted my teeth and whispered, "Let me go, I'll figure out a way to get my stepfather to give you money."

"Seems like your stepfather is doing well, what kind of relationship do you have with him?"

The man spoke to me in a slick, revolting manner.

Provoked to the core, I furiously looked at him and cursed, "Disgusting creature!"

"So that’s the kind of person you are, ran out of the money given by your stepfather, eh?"

Disgust flashed briefly in his eyes.

Cigarette flicked away quickly, he stamped it with the tip of his shoes, passingly the car. He took large strides towards me, bent and slung me over his shoulders, and walked toward the mansion's front door.

My hands were taped, rendering them immobile. Despite my attempts to struggle against him, it seemed as effortless for him to pick me up as one would a small chicken.

As he climbed the stairs, the tilted angle caused my face to collide with his chest.

Feeling infuriated, I opened my mouth and bit.

Of course, I was wrong to act in such a radical way under such circumstances. This invariably provoked him.

Inhaling sharply at the sudden surprise of the bite, he ascended the stairs in long strides, opened the door to a room and aggressively threw me onto the bed.

Despite the mattress providing some relief, my tailbone slammed against the bed, causing a spell of darkness to wash over my vision.

"Playing innocent, are we?" He slammed the door shut.

Struggling to get off the bed, just as I was trying to move a bit, he held my ankles from behind and sneered.

"Two hundred thousand, you're acting provocatively. The contract we signed is very clear, if you can't pay, flesh in kind!”

Flesh in kind?!

In my fear, I struggled even harder. My ankle, which he had firmly grasped, felt like it was about to snap under his grip!

"I don't know anything about 200,000!" I gripped the edge of the bed, dug my fingers into the mattress, and cried out loudly, "I have never borrowed money from anyone!"

He couldn't drag me at the moment, so he simply let go, freeing up one leg to press down hard on mine.

I turned my head to look, almost scared out of my wits, he was actually undoing his belt!

"I'll pay!!!" I screamed, begging him, "Let me make a phone call, I'll pay right away!"

Almost simultaneously as my voice trailed off, clear and crisp knocks came from the door.

"Mo Quan, are you in there?"