Henry let out a mocking laugh as if he had heard the most ridiculous joke.
"You're just a stand-in she uses to forget about me, and you don't know who I am? Last year, Rachel and I were about to get married. Do I really need to tell you who I am?"
I couldn't hold back and shouted, "Let go..."
Before I could finish, a bodyguard clamped his hand over my mouth, leaving only a muffled sound.
Henry quickly brought the phone closer to my mouth, then spoke with a sly grin, "Did you hear that? We're all men here. Do I need to spell it out for you?"
My eyes filled with rage, and I bit down hard on the bodyguard's hand.
He yelped in pain, then kicked the back of my knee, sending a sharp, almost bone-cracking pain through me.
My knee hit the floor hard, and I found myself kneeling in front of Henry.
Henry is still on the phone. He grabbed my hair with one hand, forcing my head down onto his thigh, savoring my twisted expression of pain. His eyes gleamed with a growing satisfaction.
He mouthed a warning to me. "This is your last chance. Tell me where Daisy is."
I glared at him with defiance, refusing to make a sound.