Celine also came over and instructed the security, “Get the hose and rinse him down as quickly as possible. High water pressure won’t be a problem.”
Then I endured another round of torture from the high-pressure water jet. My whole body felt cold and I probably got a fever.
William ordered, “Quick! Get Bertrand a change of clothes!”
A security guard immediately came over, helped me and wore a suit. Wearing clothes while still wet was uncomfortable enough, but this suit was ill-fitting and too small for me, wearing it felt like torture.
“Did you do this on purpose?”
My mom suddenly yelled at me, “You’re wearing that dead bastard’s clothes! Are you deliberately trying to upset me?”
“Dead bastard?”
I looked closely and realized the cufflinks on the suit belonged to my father.
My mom roared, “If it weren’t for the VIP guest, I’d have killed you!”
Just then, the elevator door to the rooftop opened.
“Mr. Rodez, you’re here!”
William immediately stepped forward, but halted mid-stride, startled. “Excuse me, who are you? Why isn’t Mr. Rodez here?”
“You don’t deserve to know my name.”
The woman who emerged from the elevator, dressed in a black evening gown, looked elegant, mysterious and incredibly beautiful. When I saw her, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.
