100 Days to Seduce the Devil

Day Fourteen…

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Abigail took the first aid kit and picked up the bandage. She used it to wrap her arm that was cut by the attacker's knife. Then she came back to the living room where the attacker was lying unconscious.

She was contemplating what she would do to him. Either she would hand him over to the police or keep him for a while until he wakes up. She would try her best to get some answer from him. Who sent him? Who was the person behind this attacker?

"Sigh. Fortunately, Kathleen is not around, otherwise, she might get shocked from witnessing our intense fight." Abigail mumbled, tying the bondage tightly.

She looked around and realized that their room was in a great mess. Broken pieces of the vase scattered on the floor, along with her blood. The coffee table and chairs were in disarray.

The hotel housekeeping staff might be surprised when they saw this. Abigail could only shake her head.

"Strange, how did this attacker manage to pass through the security of this prestigious hotel without any hassle? He doesn't appear to me to be a professional killer." Abigail even critiqued the capability of her attacker.

She removed his mask and the guy wasn't familiar with her. It only meant he didn't belong to the high-ranking assassins.

"Haha, who dares hire such a small fry killer just to harm me?" Abigail just laughed sarcastically.

She scanned his body, searching for clues. She only found his cellphone. He didn't even have a mark or tattoo that would connect him to an organization.

"Damn. I feel insulted. I got a scratch from his knife." Abigail sighed, looking at her wounded arm.

After a while, Abigail decided to keep him and interrogate him once he woke up. She grabbed his feet, pulling his unconscious body to the comfort room.

Abigail tied him down using some nylon string that she found in their suite's mini kitchen. She took off his upper shirt and pants, leaving him only with his boxer shorts on.

After tying his feet and arms, Abigail threw his unconscious body into the bathtub.

Thud!

She was ruthless enough to deal with him. The guy looked like he was in his mid-30s. He was tall but not muscular. That's why she managed to easily send him flying away with just one kick.

"Cold or Hot water? Which is better to wake him up?" Abigail contemplated, biting her fingernail, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She wanted to act as the real Phantomflake right now and unleash her evil side by torturing this man until he confessed.

'Gosh. I missed doing this kind of thing. Should I resign as an actress and apply for a job under the Syphiruz Mafia? Through this, I can easily infiltrate the enemy's organization!' Abigail let out a soft giggle at her own crazy idea.

"I wonder if Nathan will hire me. I bet he will never even reveal that he is the Supreme Leader of the Syphiruz Mafia. Hmm. So who should I approach?" Abigail seemed to enjoy her monologue as she took her time filling the tub with cold water.

Meanwhile, as Abigail was preoccupied with her prey, several men entered the Ramenx Crowne Hotel lobby. Three men stood out among the crowd– Nathan, Stephen, and Aiden. Fifteen elite bodyguards were following them from behind.

The receptionists and hotel staff were surprised and puzzled to see them. Nathan just showed his Platinum Membership Card of the Ramenx Crowne Hotel and the guards let them all in.

One employee approached the group, asking them what assistance he could offer them.

"Secure the copy of the CCTV recordings and make sure no one will enter and leave the hotel as of this moment," Nathan ordered his men. Then he turned to the hotel staff and said, "Call your manager." Nathan just gave him a simple instruction but the way he said it and looked at him intimidated the staff.

Nathan, Aiden, and Stephen along with the two guards immediately took the lift going to the floor where Abigail's suite was located. The atmosphere inside the elevator was filled with tension. No one uttered a word among them. The three men had only one thought in mind– 'Is Abigail safe?'

Nathan subconsciously clenched his fists as his eyes were fixed on the red numbers on the floor indicators screen. He felt like they were moving slowly. Couldn't the elevator move faster than this? He could no longer wait to reach the desired floor.

Ding!

Finally! The elevator reached the fifth floor. Nathan immediately extended his hand, asking something from the two guards.

"Give me a gun," he sternly said.

Both Aiden and Stephen were taken aback when they heard that. It seemed that Nathan was ready to fight. And he didn't hesitate to use a gun! One guard handed his gun over to their Boss, placing it on his palm.

'Damn! Nate looks so serious!' Aiden gulped hard as he watched his best friend. He glanced at Stephen, motioning him to stop Nathan from whatever plan he was thinking.

'Steph… please do something.'

Stephen could only sigh before nodding his head.

The five of them stepped out of the elevator in a hurry, rushing to Abigail's room. It did not take long when they reached VIP suite 505.

The three men were both anxious for Abigail's safety. They had no idea what happened. When they were on the way, Aiden's call got disconnected. When he dialed Abigail's number again, it was already unattended.

Nathan used the extra access keycard he got from the receptionist to open Abigail's room. When he pushed it, they found out that the door was also locked from the inside.

'Damn!' Nathan cursed inwardly, his frown deepening further.

"Destroy The Door…" Nathan ordered his men.

Getting his command, the two bodyguards used their whole bodies to push and hit the door.

Thud!

Thud!

The lock stiles loosened little by little because of the force applied by the two bodyguards in hitting the door. When Nathan could no longer wait, he raised and swung his leg, kicking the door open.

Stephen: "..."

Aiden: "..."

Bodyguards: "..."

'The Big Boss is truly in a hurry!!!'

Nathan didn't wait for them and sprinted inside the room. The scene he saw shook Nathan to the core. The room was in a chaotic state and blood was scattered on the floor.

'Abi!'