I was utterly hopeless, shaking my head frantically. “I told you, I really don’t know! Instead of wasting time interrogating me, why don’t you send someone to go look for him?!”
Cherity was silent for a long while, then she said coldly, “Bring Ashwyn here.”
My breath hitched. A wave of hopelessness crushed over me.
Ashwyn had been a teacher at an international school. He was still in class when Cherity’s men came and dragged him away.
Now, standing in front of me with a confused look on his face, he asked, “Bro, what’s going on? Why are you kneeling?”
I shut my eyes for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed onto Cherity’s pants, begging her, completely lowering myself.
“I’ll do whatever you want! You can even take my life. Just please… let my brother go!”
But her expression remained as cold as stone.
In a panic, I grabbed the fruit knife from the table, pressing the tip hard against my neck—just a bit more pressure, and it would slice through the artery.
“I swear on my life,” I cried out, “if I ever did anything to Barrett, may I bleed out and die right here!”
I asked, “Cherity, didn’t you say that no matter what happened, you’d believe me?”
My voice started to break, trembling with sobs.