Female Novel
Chapter 1676
Gary frowned as he looked closely at the scene.
Celeste was stunned when she it and gasped, "Did Monica just stab Michael with a syringe? He justfainted! Is his life going to be in any danger?"
Gary shook his head and speculated, "I don't think Monica will go as far as murder. All she wants ismoney. She is just going to try to pry it out of Michael's pockets."
"But he has already passed out," Celeste whispered, "Now that Michael is unconscious, couldMonica kill just for money?"
"She doesn't even have Michael's bank account password. How is she going to transfer the moneyto her account?" Gary looked at Celeste and explained, "Don't worry. He won't die - at least for thetime being. If he really does die, he still deserves it. None of them deserve any pity."
"That is true, but we witnessed everything happening. I just can't accept seeing someone die infront of our eyes," Celeste stared at the tablet.
Gary gave it some thought before suggesting, "Let's just wait and see. If something is really wrong,we can call the police."
"Okay," Celeste nodded.
At that moment, Michael was lying on the ground.
Monica stepped up and kicked him, seemingly to check if Michael was fully unconscious. Sheseemed to be very angry. After staring at him for a while, she kicked him again.
After that, she took off all of Michael's clothes.
Celeste was dumbfounded.
"Stop looking," Gary immediately stopped her and suggested, "Go do your work. I will keep an eyeon them."
"Okay," Celeste nodded.
She did not want to see it either. Michael was too ugly.
Meanwhile, Monica picked Michael up and tied his hands and legs behind his back.
After that, she took out a sharp German knife from her bag, the blade gleaming ominously under thelight.
Later, she grabbed a grindstone and placed it beside her along with the knife. She then put a laptopon it and turned it on.
Gary raised his eyebrows. He roughly understood what Monica wanted to do. She wanted to use itto threaten Michael to transfer the money back to her.
After doing so, Monica went out to grab a basin of water. She brought it back and splashed thewater all over Michael's face.
"Ah!" Michael was startled awake.
The water trickled down his body. Since the seasons were changing to colder times, the wind onlymade him feel even more chilly.
He was immediately awakened by the icy cold water.
He subconsciously looked at Monica and realized what was happening.
"Monica, what are you doing?" Michael, who was all tied up, immediately glared at Monica.
Monica looked down at Michael. She suddenly threw the basin in her hand onto the ground, theloud crackle of plastic resonating throughout the house once it made contact with the ground. Itsounded horrible.
Michael could not help but shiver.
He then looked at himself. Not only was he all tied up, even his clothes were completely strippedfrom him.
"I only wanted half of my money back," Monica stared at Michael and said slowly, "I earned thatmoney, so I want half of it. The other half is my compensation for deceiving you. Michael Grayson,you know very well that it is not a loss for you."
"Twenty years," Michael laughed coldly, "What do you mean by it's not a loss for me? This is a hugeloss for me."
"Fine, if that is the case, then I will forget about our past," Monica walked to the side and picked upthe knife. She was holding the grindstone too as she slowly sharpened the blade of the knife.
The glittering light from the knife radiated in all directions.
Panic could be seen in Michael's eyes. His voice quivered slightly as he asked, "Monica Wilber,what are you doing? Don't do anything stupid. I'm warning you! Do you hear me?"
"I was never going to do anything stupid, but you forced me to do so. You know me, I am a personwho is difficult to communicate with. You know that I'm feeling sorry for you, so you refuse to giveme my money back. However, I can't live without money. I will say this again. Split half of the moneywith me, and I'll let you go. If you don't, I'll have no choice but to castrate you and leave you
heirless," Monica revealed her plan slowly, giving no time nor chance for Michael to think it over,"Think about it carefully. Do you want money, or do you want your man jewels intact?"
"You cruel b*tch," Michael was so scared that he tried to squirm backwards, but both his legs andarms were tied up. It was difficult for him to break
free.
Michael saw Monica inching towards him. She slowly squatted down, the eerie glimmer of theknife's blade reflected into his eyes. He immediately retreated in full-blown panic.
"No... no, Monica, you can't do this," Michael's voice was filled with horror and he was looking atMonica in fear.
"Now no one can save you anymore. The moment this knife falls, you will never be a man everagain," Monica placed the stone aside and grabbed Michaels' shoulders.
"No!" Michael screamed, "Monica, you can't!"
Monica sneered, "Why can't I? You can let me try and see if I'll actually do it or not. MichaelGrayson, you should never have forced me in the first place."
She had absolutely nothing left. Even her career was at its lowest point.
She had used up almost all of her money.
How was she going to live the rest of her life?
She needed to take the rest of her life into consideration as well.
"Go ahead, cut it off," Michael glared at Monica and suddenly found the courage to retort loudly,"Even if you cut it off, you won't regain your freedom. Go ahead, I am not worried about my future. I
am worried about yours instead."
"Hah, then should I be grateful for you, or should I worry about you?" Monica reached out for herknife and waved it at Michael.
"No!" Michael immediately grunted, "Monica! My dear wife, my honey."
The knife stopped a centimeter away from his privates.
Monica looked at him and snickered, "Suddenly, I'm your wife and your honey now. Why should Ilisten to you?"
As she said that, she placed the knife tenderly on him.
Michael's body completely tensed up.
"Don't move, Michael. If you do, I'm afraid this blade of mine will sink into your flesh. It may lookslick and slim, but just one slash and blood will stain the ground. I'm sure you wouldn't want to knowhow that actually works."
"Monica, don't do this. I've given you a lot of happiness. Just think about the times we did ittogether!" Michael looked at Monica cautiously, his tone growing gentler, "Don't mess around. Justthink about it. In fact, it's not a life- or- death struggle. We don't have to do this." "Give me youraccount, I want half of the money transferred," Monica insisted.
"Then you'd better let me go, I'll do it," Michael took the opportunity to make a request.
Monica laughed in scorn, "Are you trying to play tricks with me? Don't think that I'm stupid. Would Istill be able to leave freely after I let you go? I might lose my life before I even get the money."
"I won't kill you. Let me go, and I will transfer the money to you."
"Tell me your account's password, I will transfer it myself," Monica patted Michael with the knife inher hand.
Michael was so scared that his legs could not stop shaking.
If the knife came closer by another inch, he would never be able to call himself a man ever again,let alone hold a woman.
"Monica, let's work together. Let's cooperate and get Cindy and Sinclair's money. After that, we willsplit the money. What do you think about that?"
"We have talked about this before. It's useless now bringing it up again," Monica warned, "Hurry upand tell me the password. Stop wasting my time. I don't have the time to play around with you."
"Monica, c'mon! We share the same interest," Michael was still trying to persuade her.
However, Monica had already pointed the knife at Michael's jewels. She gave one last threat, "Shutup. It's either the password or your manliness. I will give you only one minute to think about it. Youhave the final say. After a minute, I will no longer discuss this with you, and I'll just have to make myown decision. The knife will fall, and you'll have to say goodbye to your nightly entertainment. Fromthen on, you won't be a man anymore."
"Sixty, fifty- nine..." Monica counted. The words rang loudly in Michael's ears.
He instantly pursed his lips and his body tensed up. He did not dare to move a muscle.
"Thirty-nine, thirty-eight..." Monica was not in a hurry and counted the numbers rhythmically. Sheeven tapped on Michael's privates with the knife leisurely.
Sweat seeped out of Michael's forehead profusely.
A faint smile appeared on the corner of Monica's mouth. She looked at how badly he was coveredin sweat and how he could not stop shivering. She continued gleefully, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
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"I will tell you the password," Michael immediately shouted, "Take my things and take my account. Iwill give you the password too."
Monica smiled grimly, "Tell me the password at once. I know your account number."
Michael was stunned.
"Don't try pulling any tricks."
"The password is the date of our wedding day," Michael quickly revealed.