Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 573 - 571: Throw It in the Sea Wrapped Up

Liang Anya breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

Being by the side of such a demon sent chills down her spine, but it was still better than facing the big wolf dog in the basement.

The night deepened.

After Liang Anya finished wiping the bloodstains beside Si Yuheng’s wounds, she picked up the basin and carefully said, "I’m going to go downstairs to pour out the water."

Having bandaged his wounds, Si Yuheng sat shirtless, his muscular torso on display, looking very tired. He slightly closed his narrow eyes, resting against the bed to recuperate, and hummed a response.

Liang Anya walked out of the bedroom and had just turned the corner past the stairwell’s atrium when she heard a muffled commotion coming from the living room below.

It was the pleading and sobbing of men.

"Spare me, please! I beg the Hall Master to spare me! I won’t dare do it again..."

The man was speaking in English.

Liang Anya stopped in her tracks and looked over.

A middle-aged man with a Western face, his hands tied with hemp rope, knelt on the ground. He had been beaten to a point where his face was swollen and his features were nearly indistinguishable, as he persistently pleaded for mercy.

One of Beiming Hall’s subordinates kicked him square in the chest, sending the man sprawling, "Beiming Hall never forgives traitors."

The man was kicked to the ground but continued to cry and beg, "... I won’t dare again, please, I beg the Hall Master to spare my life, I will definitely return to A Country, back to Beiming Hall, and never have a second heart again! ..."

...

Liang Anya stared in shock when someone patted her shoulder, startling her. Turning around, it was Amy.

"What’s wrong? Got scared, huh?" Amy said it as if it were the norm, her arms crossed over her chest, her red lips slanted.

"Who is this man...?" Liang Anya couldn’t help but ask.

Amy glanced down at the first floor, "One of Beiming Hall’s men, betrayed the Hall Master and fled to China. The Hall Master came to China this time planning to catch him on the way, but this man was audacious enough to resist with his men and even injured the Hall Master. However, luckily, they managed to capture him."

Oh, so Si Yuheng had left the island these past few days to capture a traitor, but inadvertently got wounded by the traitor.

Liang Anya looked at the middle-aged man below and sighed for no particular reason.

Why didn’t you stab deeper? It would’ve been better for you, for me, for everyone.

Just then, the bedroom door on the second floor opened.

An associate walked out, his gaze drifting to the first floor.

Below, several of Beiming Hall’s associates looked up, "How is it, how does the Hall Master want to deal with this traitor?"

The associate’s cold blue eyes flashed, and he formed the shape of a handgun with his hand, bringing it close to his head.

The associates immediately understood, "Yes!"

The middle-aged man obviously saw the Hall Master’s gesture and began to struggle frantically, "Hall Master, spare me—after all, I’ve slaved for Beiming Hall for so many years, if not for merit then for hard work! I still have a mother over seventy in A Country— please spare me—Hall Master—"

Liang Anya’s pupils constricted, realizing what Beiming Hall’s associates were about to do; her hands holding the basin became unsteady.

Two associates pressed the man to the ground, while another drew out a pistol gleaming coldly, fitting a silencer to the barrel.

Actually, on such a remote island far from the city, they didn’t need a silencer, but the group didn’t want to disturb the Hall Master upstairs.

The muzzle was aligned with the middle-aged man’s temple, and with a muffled pop, a gunshot rang out!

Liang Anya only saw the man’s brains, a mix of red and white, splatter out, and he fell down without a sound, his body trembling. The basin in her hands clanged to the ground!

They’ve killed him—

That man was really a devil—

Downstairs, a subordinate kicked the body on the floor as if it was nothing out of the ordinary, "Yeah, dead for good, let’s pack it up and throw it into the nearby sea."

"Okay." The other two hoisted the still steaming body and left the villa.

Liang Anya snapped back from the horror, took two steps back, with only one thought in her mind, run, run, she had to leave this place.

But looking around, she came to a realization.

Run? How could she possibly run?

She steadied her breathing and picked up the basin.

She had had some other plans; these past few days, Si Yuheng was injured and less alert than usual, she might have had a chance to escape again.

But now, after witnessing this scene, the little bit of courage she had left vanished!

All over the world, every day, every hour, every moment, there were terrorist organizations taking hostages, even executing them.

Every time she saw such news on TV, she felt it was too far removed from her.

It turned out not to be—

What she was encountering now was no different from those!

It seemed that the only way out was to wholeheartedly serve and please that man.

Going downstairs, Liang Anya smelled the blood that hadn’t yet been cleaned up, held it in, hurriedly put the basin in the kitchen, and went upstairs.

On entering the bedroom, she could no longer hold back. A wave of nausea hit her chest, and she ran into the bathroom, crouched down by the toilet, and retched violently.

It took a while to wash her face and return to the bedroom, only to raise her head and see Si Yuheng’s mocking look.

She felt that looking at him one more time would give her goosebumps, but thinking about the scene downstairs, she could only force a smile and said to Si Yuheng, "Let’s go to sleep, you need to rest more now."

Si Yuheng raised his eyebrows slightly, "You saw it?"

Liang Anya felt a chill run down her spine, of course knowing what he was asking about, could only nod; with such a commotion, how could she not have seen it?

"Then you should know by now, keeping you and the King in an iron cage in the basement, that’s still considered a merciful punishment." His voice echoed in the chilly bedroom.

Liang Anya’s sweat broke out, she nodded, and very opportunistically answered, "I understand. I’m trying to make amends." Then she raised her delicate fingers, making an oath, "Don’t worry, I won’t run away again! I swear!"

In her obsequious gaze, Si Yuheng saw extreme fear.

From his teens, he was accustomed to this kind of fear from others towards him, now was no exception, he even enjoyed it.

Because of this, others would revere him and dare not provoke him.

Si Yuheng lay down flat.

Liang Anya turned off the light, exhaled softly, found a large sofa in the bedroom, curled up on it, and slept in her clothes.

The thought of cohabiting with a murderer made her heart race.

She tried not to think about what she had seen downstairs, closed her eyes, and pretended she could leave this place tomorrow, and with that, felt much calmer.

She hadn’t been able to sleep well in the iron cage these past few days; now, the sofa was soft, warm, and thick, it felt like she had entered paradise.

Before long, drowsiness overcame Liang Anya, and she drifted into a half-sleep state.

After some time, mumbling came from the bed.

In the middle of the night, Si Yuheng felt a dry mouth and parched tongue, "Get me a glass of water."

There was little response from the direction of the sofa.

He slapped the bed impatiently, "Liang Anya! Do you have a death wish!"