“Didn't I tell you to release that slut? Why isn't she coming to kneel before me and thank me?” Is she's being stubborn? Well … if she doesn't come, I'll put her back and lock her up for another two days. She won't die of thirst in the water cell anyway,” Oliver said offhandedly. Then he noticed his assistant's expression suddenly grow strange.
The assistant cautiously explained, “Sir, earlier… it seemed no one was attending to the lady. Everyone was busy organizing the luggage you and Miss Davis brought back.”
Oliver was stunned for a moment and a trace of pity flashed across his eyes, but in the blink of an eye, he said nonchalantly, "Then let her stay locked up! That woman is so willful, it's just right for her to reflect on herself for two more days."
The assistant cautiously reminded him, “But I heard that there hasn't been any movement in the water cell all day and people passing by said it smells absolutely terrible."
Oliver smiled coldly this time, "She deserves to be in there."