Henry dialed the number as I watched in terror.
Mr. Carter's voice sounded tired, but his tone was respectful.
When he heard Henry coldly order him to cancel my opportunity to go abroad and to fire me immediately, his voice rose in shock.
"What? Mr. Whitman, may I ask why?"
Henry's patience was running thin, and he snapped. "Do I need to explain myself? Do as I say, or your company won't open tomorrow!
"This woman, who sells herself for status, isn't someone you need either. If she hadn't seduced me, I wouldn't have been stupid enough to recommend her to you."
I struggled to speak, but a cloth was suddenly stuffed into my mouth, silencing me.
In the business world, Henry's word was law.
Hearing his command, Mr. Carter backed down, muttering a quick agreement before hanging up.
I felt a surge of helpless anger, my eyes turning red.
Just as I was about to say something, the phone on the sofa beeped with a new message. A bodyguard picked it up, unlocked it using my fingerprint, and handed it to Henry.
On the screen was a message from my boss confirming my dismissal. Henry shoved the phone in my face, forcing me to see it clearly.
Fury and despair made my vision blur, and I spat at him.
"The best decision I ever made was breaking up with you!
"You don't deserve love! You're a perfect match for Daisy, that conniving bitch!"
His response was a slap that nearly knocked me unconscious.
Then he grabbed my hair, pulling my head back roughly.
"You have no right to say her name! After all the money she's given you, now you've made her disappear. If we don't find her tonight, I'll make sure your whole family pays the price!"
With that, he began scrolling through my phone contacts right in front of me.
His eyes landed on the name I had marked as unique.
Without hesitation, he dialed it.
My eyes widened in shock, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead.
Soon, my boyfriend Kyle's gentle voice came through the phone.
3
Hearing Henry's voice, Kyle instantly became wary.
"Who are you? Where's Rachel? What have you done to her?"
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..."