Chapter 852 Desperate Means
Chapter 852 Desperate Means
"Why can't you take a bigger box!" Tom was exasperated.
"Isn't it suspicious if it's too big?" The man has a point and reasoned out. "If you're not fit and succeeded to pretend to be baggage, you won't be investigated!"
"But how do I get in?"
"Let me help you." The strange man tried to close the suitcase as he pressed Tom's leg on his chest, showing no mercy on his hands.
"Oh, dear! Easy! Don't squish me too much. Take it easy! Aah! "
Finally, with a burst of screams, Tom was stuffed into the suitcase, then put in the trunk of the car. He was covered with other luggage and drove away.
They didn't go back to the Capital's villa but drove directly back to the Z City.
The journey time was longer while Tom's body was curled up, no wonder he felt worse.
Time passed by and it only became more and more painful.
By the time they arrived at the Z City, the man sent by Saxon opened the suitcase and saw Tom had fainted.
The strange man brought a bucket of ice water and threw it in his face. Because of the cold, Tom woke up groaning in pain.
He climbed up hard and tried several times to get up.
When he looked to where he was, he didn't understand the environment he's in.
Located in the highland of the Z City was a beautiful mansion with brown glass walls on the outside of the hall. It was almost noon, and the light was in full beam. The rays refracted on the glass, and there was a dazzling light. But then, the house seemed uninhabited.
It seems to be empty as if no one lives there.
"Where is this?" As soon as Tom asked, he saw Clare came out of it.
Clare slapped Tom in the face as soon as he saw him. She came forward and beat him.
The slap wasn't enough as she also hit him for the second time.
The instinctive reaction of Tom was to push her away. "What the hell? Are you out of your mind?"
"You killed my mother! Tom Parker, are you still human? My mother is so kind to you!"
"What? Is that what you think? I didn't kill your mother. She killed herself." Tom said carelessly as if it was not his wife but an ant who died. "Where is this place? Why are you here? Whose mansion is this?"
Clare ignored him and called the police as soon as she picked up her phone.
She saw all the news, and the police were arresting him. This kind of murderer that has no conscience, Clare decided that she must let him be punished by the law.
However, her phone was taken away before it was dialed out.
The man who took the phone was a strange man.
"Miss Parker, he's your father anyway, so it's not appropriate."
"How dare you snatched away my phone? Believe me or not, I'll report him to the police. Tell it to Saxon!" Clare was enraged and it was evident to the look on her face. She was livid and loath reflected in her eyes.
The strange man didn't speak, let alone give back her phone.
All that she could do now was to glare at him coldly. Tom smirked, turned, and went in.
The strange man looked at the culprit. "Boss Parker, come with me to see Mr. Raglan."
Tom followed the strange man into the mansion.
He trailed behind him not to the direction Clare just went, but to the lower floor.
The design of the mansion was a little different.
It has an underground floor, it seemed that the first floor was the middle floor as opposed to how it was seen outside. The mansion has a total number of three floors.
Saxon's subordinate took Tom, not to one of the three floors, but led him to the basement under the ground floor instead. The corridor that they've passed went the darker and eerie. The farther they went into, the colder the temperature became. Frightened, Tom couldn't help but feel creeped out.
"Where are we going?" Tom followed and asked.
The man never looked back and apathetically replied. "You'll know when we arrive there."
"Is Saxon in here?"
"Yes, Mr. Raglan is waiting for you," Strange answered politely his question.
When he pushed open the iron door at the end of the corridor, Tom saw a man stood enigmatically with his back against them. He observed his figure and knew that it was Saxon.
What made him chill was not only the low temperature in the room but also all kinds of tools hanging from the barbed wire on the wall. It was embellished with all kinds of knives, ropes, tweezers, hammers, saws, chainsaw, and other tools for torture,
