Madison interrupted me when I was pondering the next step of my plan.
"Ms. Wiley, we should leave," she said mysteriously without providing further explanations.
I raised an eyebrow, puzzled. Then, I followed her to a deserted factory and walked deeper into the factory.
My pace was slow and steady. I wasn't nervous in the least. This could be a trap, but at the moment, I couldn't care less anymore.
I wouldn't regret coming here even if I lost my life. It was all worth it for Zach.
Soon, we stopped at the door of a room in a rather secluded spot in the factory. I was taken by surprise at what greeted my eyes after I opened the door.
A person sat, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. His head was covered with a black hood.
The person was struggling non-stop against the ropes. I could even hear sobbing coming from behind the hood.
"Let me go! Help!" the person cried. The voice was light, so it could only belong to a woman.
Narrowing my eyes, the corners of my lips turned up into a wicked smile. The voice belonged to none other than Vivian!
Madison did a great job this time. A wave of satisfaction and pleasure washed over me at the notion that I could finally teach Vivian a lesson.
I slowly walked over to her and yanked the head sock off her head. What greeted me after I removed the hood was Vivian's horror-stricken face.
However, she didn't recognize me since I was wearing my helmet.
"W-Who are you people? Let me go!" Petrified, her eyes were wide with fear. I could hear the tremor in her voice.
Scoffing, I reached down to grab her chin.
I gloated, "You must never have thought that you'd end up like this, huh? Vivian, you bitch, did you really think you can do whatever you want all the time? It's my turn to give you a lesson!"
I tightened my grip on her chin, making her grit her teeth from the pain.
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