In the Lap of Luxury

Chapter 337 Finding the Secret Attic

Timothy nodded vigorously. "Naturally! Apart from this, nothing is important."

"But I think that you're going to meet the woman of your dreams very soon."

Timothy was shocked at her words. "Milady, you must be joking."

Grace raised her eyebrows. "You don't believe me?"

"It's not that I don't believe you. It's just that, apart from you, it will be very difficult to find anyone in this world that will make my heart skip a beat."

Timothy mumbled this to himself and then sighed. "But milady, your happiness is more important than mine."

That was why he had left Amirate without turning back. It was all so that she could be happy.

His own happiness was no longer that important.

"I've organized a get-together tonight. Do you want to come along?"

Grace had wanted to refuse, but Timothy was looking pitifully at her. "Milady, please grace us with your presence! If you don't, my old man will never let me hear the end of it."

Grace burst into laughter. Even the bold Timothy had someone who scared him. She was surprised, so she agreed. "Okay."

Timothy was delighted. "Alright then, I'll see you tonight."

…

That night, Grace changed into a simple outfit and went out. The get-together that Timothy had organized was at a high-end bar.

When Grace arrived, Timothy was already waiting at the door. When he saw her, he hurriedly waved at her. "Over here, milady!" This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - ©.

Grace entered the bar with Timothy.

When they got to their private room, there were many men and women there, all of whom had grown up with Timothy and were good friends of his.

They were all full of enthusiasm when they saw Grace.

"Ms. Lewis, what would you like to play? Cards? Bridge? Dice?"

Grace wasn't picky. "I'm fine with anything."

So a few of them began playing cards together. Grace rarely played cards, but she had a fairly good hand and was able to double her chips in just one round.

Grace felt a little ill at ease, so she made an excuse about needing to go to the restroom and asked Timothy to play on her behalf.

When she left the private room, she walked along the corridor and up to the roof to get a breath of fresh air. However, she had only just gotten to the roof when she heard a scream.

"Aargh—don't hit me!"

"Please, I was wrong—"

"Don't hit me—"

Even though the screams were mixed with the sound of the music, Grace could still hear them clearly. She walked in the direction that the sound was coming from.

Then, a male voice rang out.

"Who told you to escape? you escaped …"

He lashed the woman with a whip again and again. Before long, the woman's flesh was torn apart.

Outside the door, Grace stopped. She could see what was happening through a crack in the door. There were seven or eight women with their hands and feet tied together, and their eyes were full of terror.

There wasn't an inch of whole skin anywhere on the woman who had been screaming.

"I'm telling you, now that you're in my hands, you either earn money obediently or die! If there's anyone else who's thinking of escaping, then this is what will happen to you!"

By the time the man finished speaking, the other women were terrified. They trembled, and none of them dared to speak.

Then, the man turned and walked toward the door. When Grace saw this, she turned without thinking and bumped into the doorframe.

The man immediately became alert. "Who is it? Who's outside?"

Grace was about to run, but before she had even taken two steps, several burly men appeared behind her out of nowhere and blocked her path.