Heidi didn’t have a sister, did she?
My heart skipped a beat as I looked at her in disbelief. Her eyes were red, tears streaking down her face, but she clung to my hand as if she had made up her mind. "Giselle, listen to me, just leave here now. Don’t worry, I’ll get the million and pay for your treatment. I won’t let anything happen to you."
Wait, what? A million? My entire monthly allowance wouldn’t even come close to that amount. And when did I ever have some illness that needed a million-dollar treatment? I didn’t even know what she was talking about!
I was about to correct her when the sound of a wine bottle shattering sliced through the air. A few hulking figures stood up, slowly making their way toward us.
My heart plummeted. I instinctively tensed. "I’ll pay the million for Heidi. I’m taking her now."
Just as I turned, two men stepped in front of the door, their eyes gleaming with a twisted excitement, like hunters preparing to corner their prey.
Tyler lounged back on the couch, his arms spread wide in mock relaxation, while Emma, with a sycophantic grin, moved to light his cigarette.
His narrow eyes squinted as the smoke curled around him, creating a nauseating, predatory aura. "Sister, in our world, there are rules. You broke my game and now you think you can just walk out of here without any consequences?"
Sweat slicked my palms as I fought to keep my composure.
I’d been born into a wealthy family, so I knew all too well the unspoken rules of the elite. Before I left Springfield, my parents had drilled into me the importance of discretion, which means never revealing your identity unless absolutely necessary.
My family was influential in the state, but here, far from home, local powers were stronger.
Going up against them would be like trying to crack a rock with an egg. The only thing I could do now was stall for time and pray my brother arrived soon.
I clenched my fists, forcing myself to stay composed. "It was my mistake to break Mr. Sterling’s rules. Two million. I’ll take my sister and leave and Mr. Sterling can find someone else to entertain him."
I thought I had chosen my words carefully, but before I could even brace myself, the coffee table was sent crashing to the floor.
"Who the hell do you think you're looking down on?" he shouted, his face red with fury. "Trying to act rich in front of me? In all of Springfield, who dares claim they have more money than me? Who the hell are you?"
Later, I would learn that Tyler was a notorious property speculator, a man who had clawed his way from nothing to everything.
In his youth, he had been humiliated beyond measure, forced to drink urine, crawling through the dirt in shame.
But now, with wealth in hand, anyone who dared flaunt their riches before him was like jabbing a stick into a hornet's nest.
He gave a brief glance and within moments, two men had grabbed my arms, their grip like iron.
A few others appeared from a side room, hauling out a massive crystal cabinet, nearly three meters tall. It stood imposing, with a single small opening, just big enough for one person to fit inside.
At first glance, it resembled a coffin standing upright.
Water began to pour inside.
Heidi’s face drained of all color as she watched it. She rushed toward me, but a burly man kicked her in the stomach, sending her crashing into a chair.
Trembling in pain, she struggled to her feet and kneeled before Tyler, bowing deeply. "Mr. Sterling, my sister doesn't know any better. Don’t punish her. If you want to punish someone, punish me. Put me in the water cabinet. I can hold my breath. I can hold it for a long time."
Shock paralyzed me as I watched her, but Emma’s voice snapped me back to reality.
She spoke with a gleeful tone as though she were narrating a sick game. "Sister, you’re in for a treat. This is Mr. Sterling's creation, 'Golden Three Minutes.' If you can crawl out in three minutes, you and your sister can walk free. But if you don’t… well, we’ll seal the lid and enjoy watching you drown slowly."
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. "You’re breaking the law!"
Tyler sneered; his gaze was cold as ice. "In Springfield, I am the law."
Emma, eager to please, chimed in, "Mr. Sterling, killing her would be easier than crushing an ant. What can she do? She’s just a little wild girl. Does her family have more money than Mr. Sterling or more power?"
