Falling into Her Trap: Don't Cross the Line, Mr. President-Chapter 131: Whichever Hand Took It Off, I’ll Cut Off That Hand

Chapter 131: Chapter 131: Whichever Hand Took It Off, I’ll Cut Off That Hand

Claire Shaw felt utterly weak and powerless, likely because the effects of the drug hadn’t worn off yet.

Her eyes were covered in darkness, unable to see anything clearly.

The man’s voice was specially processed to sound hoarse, making it impossible to discern the original tone.

The air was thick with a strong musty smell and the scent of some chemicals, and beneath her, the ground was hard, her palms pressed against the firm earth.

No floor tiles, almost like an unfinished roughcast house.

Connecting the stale musty smell in the air, Claire quickly reached a conclusion in her mind.

It was highly likely she had been dragged to an abandoned chemical plant warehouse.

If her captor wanted her dead, a single spark could instantly reduce her to ashes, not even leaving a trace of her bones.

How could Claire not be scared? More than fear, she desperately wanted to find a chance to escape.

She had finally met Ethan Blackwood, and her happy life had just begun; she couldn’t die.

Seeing Claire not speaking or showing panic, the man spoke again, "You’re even calmer than I imagined."

Claire coldly replied, "If you wanted my life, you wouldn’t give me this opportunity to live until now. So why don’t you just come out and say why you kidnapped me?"

In such a short time, Claire had already filtered through her thoughts. Her life used to be peaceful, and everything changed after she got involved with Ethan, starting after her breakup with Owen.

So was this person seeking revenge for Owen, or was Ethan’s enemy?

While speaking, she sensed the man walking towards her, heavy footsteps echoing in the vast space.

Claire instinctively swallowed; her hands were tied behind her back, her eyes blindfolded. In this situation, all she could rely on was her sense of touch and hearing.

However, with only one ear functioning, she was flustered and in chaos, barely maintaining a calm facade.

She felt the man squatting in front of her, a hand forcing her chin up.

Disgust!

It was a visceral repulsion from her body; apart from Ethan, she was disgusted by any man’s approach.

Despite the intense disgust, Claire couldn’t show it.

She still didn’t know the man’s intentions, afraid that if she accidentally angered him, she would die sooner.

As long as he didn’t make a move, she had a sliver of hope; Ethan was surely searching everywhere for her now.

She had to buy time.

"Upon looking closely, Ms. Shaw is quite beautiful indeed, especially this charming little face."

The hand withdrew, and before Claire could catch her breath, "Who on earth are you?"

By the sound of his voice, it wasn’t Owen. If it were Owen, he wouldn’t need to disguise his voice.

Wyatt Lawrence? Not him either since he’s been out of town for quite some time; Sean Jacobs had confirmed this last time.

When had she provoked another man?

Claire even started recalling what Mia Hughes had mentioned about the electrician and the security guard’s son.

The next moment, something ice-cold pressed against her face.

Judging by the size and texture, Claire’s heart sank halfway.

It was a knife!

She was very fortunate not to have reacted impulsively moments ago; when a woman is in a vulnerable position, the first thing to do is to preserve oneself and remain calm, not to use any means to provoke the assailant.

Her neck arched more fiercely, feeling the blade crawling like a serpent’s tongue along her cheek.

Claire was so frightened that she barely dared to breathe, swallowing her saliva helplessly due to her nervousness.

However, that knife slowly slid from her cheek to her neck, the tip pressing against her throat.

The silver blade gleamed coldly under the light; Claire was like prey trapped by a predator, her body tense with fear, her breath frozen.

Seeing her tension, the assailant slowly moved the blade away, her skin erupting in goosebumps, each sense concentrated on that knife.

She could feel the edge of the blade resting against her carotid artery, knowing that if he applied a little more force, he could sever the artery, leading her to bleed out quickly.

Death would be silent, and perhaps no one would know even after her body decayed completely.

"Why?" Claire asked, her voice trembling despite her efforts to suppress it.

"We have no grievance against each other. Even if you want me dead, you should at least let me die with an understanding. Where did I offend you?"

"Ms. Shaw, you’re truly clever, trying to probe my intentions, aren’t you? You’re right; I didn’t intend to take your life so soon. Your beauty is truly unparalleled."

As he said this, the man spun the dagger in his palm, slowly lowering it toward the rope binding her wrists.

The knife was sharp, slicing through the rope in an instant.

Claire couldn’t imagine, if that knife landed on her body, a single strike could have been fatal.

With the ropes cut, stark marks appeared on her pale wrist, leaving a somewhat shattered beauty on her delicate skin.

Unsure of the man’s intentions, Claire’s first instinct after being untied was to remove the blindfold covering her eyes.

Before she could act, the man’s cold voice rang in her ear, "If you dare take it off, the hand you use will be the hand I chop off."

Frightened, Claire’s face turned pale; she didn’t doubt his threat in the slightest.

She quickly stopped moving, "Okay, I won’t take it off. Let’s continue our conversation from earlier. If you don’t want my life, then what do you want? Money?"

The tip of the man’s knife landed on her leg, placed sideways on the ground.

However, because the floor was filthy, dust had clung to her legs, even staining her beautiful cheongsam with a grayish ash.

Her originally pinned-up hair had fallen loose at some point, giving her a disheveled allure.

Even with those captivating eyes blindfolded, it didn’t diminish Claire’s deadly allure.

Like a unique pheromone released from a female to a male.

Claire’s fists clenched tightly, enveloped by the tense and dangerous atmosphere, feeling like her spirit was on the verge of collapse. Her anxious voice asked, "What exactly do you want?"

She went through all the possible men she might have encountered, but none fit his profile in her mind.

"If it’s money you’re after, name your price; even if it bankrupts me, I’ll gather it for you. I don’t want to die; I want to live."

The man’s body edged closer, "Ms. Shaw, have you forgotten that, besides robbery, there’s another word in this world?"

Claire’s heart skipped a beat; she hadn’t entirely dismissed this possibility.

But upon waking, she felt no unusual physical sensations, so she temporarily abandoned that line.

The man lifted her chin with the knife, enunciating clearly, "Rape."