Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick) novel Chapter 1328

Amelia had no idea what was awaiting for her. Nonetheless, her instinct told her that she was surrounded by unknown danger!

"Get in a little more!"

She was given another forceful push from behind. She managed to understand the instruction as the lady chose to speak in English this time. Hence, she fumbled blindly as she carefully moved forward.

She was left with no choice but to do according to her instruction. At this moment where she was surrounded by danger and fear of unknown, she could only surrender herself to fate.

Her past experience told her that it would be best for her to stay calm. Aimless resistance would only expose her to greater danger.

"Stop right there!"

Amelia followed every instruction given by the lady.

Subsequently, she felt someone pressing against her shoulder. She was being turned into another direction before she was being ordered to sit down mercilessly.

With her hands fumbling to reach out anything solid at the surrounding, she seemingly found a wooden plank nearby. Her instinct told her that it was probably a chair that she had grasped on. It was only then she warily sat down as per instructed.

Followingly, she sharpened her ears as she heard the noise of metal clattering.

What she did not know was that the noise came from the metal chain and the watchman used the chair to secure her waist onto the chair underneath her.

The moment Amelia knew that she was being tied up securely, she broke out in a cold sweat terrifyingly. She could not help but wonder what they were going to do to her.

Had it been a simple sexual assault that was awaiting her, there was no need for them to chain her. She began to wonder if the person behind all this was a sadist.

"Take this!" In the next second, she felt a pill being placed near her lips.

Amelia subconsciously turned her face away as she asked in terror, "What is this?"

The lady did not answer her question. All she did was grasped her chin forcefully. Overwhelmed by a sudden surge of pain, Amelia had no other choice but to open her mouth. The lady took the chance and stuffed the pill into her mouth before she covered it with her hand.

The pill began to dissolve in her mouth.

Amelia blasted outrageously, "What the hell do you want to do to me?"

Again, her doubt was not being answered.

At this time, the watchman began to close the door of the massive cage. Subsequently, he took out a remote control from his pocket before pressing a red button.

All in a sudden, an enormous black cloth fell down from the ceiling and covered right on top of the metal cage. From that moment onwards, Amelia was being isolated from the world outside of the cage completely.

Amelia was surrounded by pin drop silence. The voice of the lady who had been accompanying her all this while had disappeared all together.

A few moments later.

Amelia could not help feeling suffocated under the pressure of dead silence as if it was postapocalypse. Hence, she decided to pluck up her courage and rip off the blindfold regardless of the consequences!

After she took off the blindfold, she was still being surrounded by darkness. She almost came to think that she had become blind.

It did not take her long to finally calm down herself. After all, she could barely see her hand which suggested that she was only being locked in a dark enclosed area.

This led her to the next critical question, "Where am I?"

Amelia attempted to stand up and inspect the surrounding so that she could look for an answer to her question. It was only then she remembered that she was being chained in the waist. At this realization, she had no other choice but to stay still in order to prevent harming her own child.

A bearded man from Central Europe handed over a glass of champagne to the man who had just set foot in the hall. The bearded man invited enthusiastically, "Quartley, we still have some time before the deal. While waiting, we can have a game or two for poker, what do you think?"

The bearded man immediately attracted the attention of the remaining crowd. They began to surround the man whom the bearded man was talking to. Someone called out, "Poker is boring! We should play snooker, Quartley!"

"I don't think so! I would suggest to play chess. Ever since the last gathering, I specially signed up for a chess training class upon returning to China. I'm sure you will be keen to have a match with me."

However, the man was not moved by the overwhelming invitations from the crowd. With a distant smile at the corner of his lips, he turned them down faintly, "I prefer to drink at this time." While one of his hands holding a glass of champagne and another one carrying a silver briefcase, he headed to the seat with his name on it.

Everyone struggled to drift their gaze from his briefcase.

Everyone in the circle knew very well that the heroin supplied by Sawyer was of the finest quality in the world. Even the drug dealers could never resist a taste of it, let alone those drug addicts from all over the world!

As the owner of the club, Sawyer's arrival also marked the beginning of the deal. Countless people began swarming towards Sawyer's table.

In the next second, valuable items such as stacks of cash, cheque, gold and jewelry began to fill his table.

Upon noticing Sawyer's presence at the hall, the remaining drug dealers were smart enough not to take the limelight at this point in time. Hence, they began to watch the performance ongoing at the stage.

A palm-sized saucer with some white powder in it could be seen across the table in front of Sawyer.

After getting the permission from Sawyer, the crowd began scrambling over the powder in the saucer with their fingers before they stuck their fingers into their mouths.

At the sight of this, a faint smile continued to linger on the corner of Sawyer's lips. With his palm on top of the silver briefcase, he tapped his index finger on the surface of the briefcase patiently.

A few seconds later, a Japanese smacked his lips in satisfaction before he carried his briefcase onto the table. After emptying the cash in the briefcase, he pushed it forward to Sawyer before he said, "Quartley! Is my money enough to buy all of them?"

Sawyer shot a glance at the abundant amount of yen banknotes across the table. He had in mind that yen worth so much lesser after being converted to US dollar, Sawyer replied faintly, "One gram. Your money is only enough to get you one gram."