Chapter 991

Franky suddenly said, "Are you lying to yourself or to them, Ms. Lane?”

I looked at him and suddenly noticed that there were several muscular guys behind him.

He looked at me with a face full of mockery. "Maybe worry about yourself first, Ms. Lane. Although

Mr. Milan respects the Fredericks, it doesn't mean that he's scared of them. If you don't tone it

down, then Mr. Milan might make you join them too."

Having said that, he looked at the men behind him and spoke to them in their language while

pointing at Shannon and the rest.

My eyes widened as I shouted, "What do you plan to do to them?!"

Franky looked at me and said with a sneer, "You can't possibly think that Mr. Milan ordered me to

take you here to admire the scenery?"

I frowned. "I’m asking what do you plan to do to them?"

Franky looked coldly at me. "Let me roughly elaborate t o you what Mr. Milan wants. Although he

can't hurt you now, he can show you how your friends will be harmed. You look like a person who

cares a lot about your friendships."

My complexion instantly turned pale. Looking at the men walking toward the glass compartments, I

held Franky's hand and pleaded with him. "Please don't hurt them. They didn't do anything wrong."

Franky sneered. "Leia took care of you for days but had to be sent here simply because you were

ten minutes late. Do you think she’s innocent too?"

I was stunned, not knowing what to say.

However, when I saw the men approaching the glass compartments, I was immediately flustered

and continued pleading with him. "I was wrong, Mr. Frank. Please don't hurt them. I was wrong."

"Are you going to take their place, then?" Franky looked at me with a faint smile.

I shook my head, exposing the truest side of humanity.

Franky let out a boisterous laugh, saying while guffawing, "Ms. Lane, if you can’t sacrifice yourself

to save others, then stop pretending to be a saint."

My face was instantly pale, and I was momentarily lost for words.

However, I did not intend to just sit around and watch.

I gritted my teeth and said, "Mr. Frank, I just hurt one o f your friends yet you’re retaliating against

five of my friends. Don't you think that’s very unfair?"

Franky raised his eyebrows. "Are you saying that I can pick one, then?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. I was even more afraid to look at Shannon and the

rest.

Franky sneered and said, "Why don't you pick one out of five of your friends, then? We’ll be even

then, right?"

I pursed my lips, not saying a word.

Seeing that I was silent, he said with a smile, "Looks like you just want your friends to share the

pain and suffering together."

"No!" I quickly said, my body going cold from head to toe.

"Hurry up and pick one, then.”

I looked at Shannon and the rest. I saw Nina looking a t me with a look of disbelief. Her eyes were

full of indignation.

I withdrew my gaze, having no courage to look at them again nor meet their eyes.

After falling silent for a long time, I looked at Frank and said, "Don't hurt them. I’ll take the blame for

the mistakes I made."

Frank snickered. "It isn't your turn yet."

After a pause, he pointed at Shannon and the rest and continued to say, "You're the one who hurt

Leia, after all, not these ladies. Although I can't touch you now, choosing one of these women to

avenge Leia isn’t exactly unacceptable for me either. Since you can't make a choice, I'll choose for

you, then. Neither of us

will feel upset about it."

I widened my eyes and looked incredulously at him.

He was doing it on purpose. Regardless of who he chose, I would carry the guilt with me for the rest

of m y life.

Frank rested his gaze on Dazaray and said with a smile, "Oh, such a merciful person I am. I heard

that religious people won't resent others. For your sake, I'll pick her. How's that?"

I quickly shook my head. "No, you can't do that. Pick m e. I'll take her place."

Dazaray opened her eyes, looking at Franky and me with a face full of trepidation.

Franky ignored me and beckoned to the men to take Dazaray outside.

I tried to stop the men but was pushed to the ground.

I heard Dazaray's screams that were intermingled with Franky's maniacal laughter. "This is so

exciting t o watch.”

I had no courage to look at Dazaray and could only look at the ground with a blank gaze.

The period of time when Dazaray's screams reverberated in my ears was the most tormenting for

me.

"May you never rest in peace, Wanda Lane!" Dazaray screamed in despair at the end. 1

In the eyes of these people, the torture of heart surmounts all physical sufferings in killing a man.

When I returned to the living room, there was now a very large dining table set up in the center. It

was spread out with scrumptious food.

Milan was still sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a book while looking extremely leisurely.

Frank and the rest had left, leaving only Milan and me in the huge living room.

He did not ask me to return to my room, so that meant that he wanted me to stay here.

This time, I stood obediently at the side, not daring to say a word.

After almost half an hour, a servant walked up to Milan and said reverently, "Dinner's ready, Sir."

Milan put down the book in his hand and nodded faintly.

He was a man with a cold disposition, so cold that it sent shivers down one's spine.

He stood up from the sofa, and at nearly 6.2 feet tall, h e emitted an intense oppressive aura.

Seemingly only just noticing that I was standing there, he looked at me with a slightly surprised look

before saying blandly, "Eat."

I pointed at myself, looking unsurely at him.

He ignored me. It was the servant who approached me and made a gesture of invitation.

I walked to the table and sat down. I waited for Milan t o pick up his cutleries, and only then did I

pick up mine to eat.

He was a man of few words, but perhaps he had nothing to say to me anyway.

This was an extremely restraining meal for me.

At this moment, there was a loud noise heard from the kitchen. Franky was the first to rush into the

living room with some men, then enter the kitchen to check on the situation.

Soon, Franky walked out to report, "Sir, someone accidentally spilled something.”

Milan nodded, putting down the knife and fork in his hand.

Franky frowned, looking at the chef who came out after him. The chef broke out in a cold sweat

under his stare.

"Sir, he...” Franky saw Milan staring at me and did not finish his sentence.