The Betrayed Heiress's Second Comeback-Chapter 86: Ch : An Encounter - Part 2

"What are you giving me that look for? I just want to have a small talk with you. That is all. I promise I will not do anything else to you."

His tone was light, almost playful, but it did nothing to ease the tight knot in my chest. He tugged me toward the sofa before pushing me down to sit. His grip was firm enough to make resistance feel pointless.

Everything in my body warned me not to do that, since it was a trap. But I still found myself following the orders given to me and sitting down.

Seeing me act obediently made the man in front of me smile in a terrifying manner.

The curve of his lips sent a chill down my spine.

"Hmm, it’s nice to see that you know how to behave. So many others do not know and end up... in problematic situations. Ah, don’t worry. I will not be rough with you. I have no intention of getting on your partner’s bad side."

The man told me, but that did not help me feel any better. If anything, his words made my breathing shallow.

If anything, it made me tense up even more. My shoulders stiffened as I watched him closely.

This man knew me...

"Who are you, and what do you want from me?"

I asked as I kept an eye on the man’s behavior.

He paused for a moment at my question before blinking and looking at me.

"What do I... want... from you? I don’t want anything from you, Miss Jenna. I just wanted to see how you were doing. Are you happy with what you currently have in life?"

The man asked in a far too happy and casual voice, but his eyes screamed interest.

He was trying to gauge my reaction by asking these questions.

"I don’t think my happiness has anything to do with you. Also, I still have no idea who you are or what you want from me."

I said, and the man blinked at me blankly a few times.

His eyes shifted from me as he looked around the room.

"For now, just think of me as a... friend who is helping you out. I am a handyman who is willing to do anything if the price is right. Here, this is my business card."

The man extended his card toward me, but I did not pick it up.

I simply read it as he placed it on the table.

The name on the card said ’Mr. Nero,’ and his job was listed as a handyman.

"So you are a handyman? Don’t you think it would be better for you to approach Mr. Black instead of me? Wouldn’t he be the one who needs a handyman more?"

I asked with narrowed eyes. Something about this man just... set off alarm bells in my mind.

"Mr. Black has no need for someone like me. He has far more capable people around him. But you, on the other hand, will definitely need someone who can help you out in the future. Make sure to call me if you need help."

The man told me, and I had a feeling that he was completely serious about this.

The certainty in his voice unsettled me.

"You want... to help me? After all you did to me and Iris already? Do you have no sense of shame?"

I asked the man, and he replied immediately.

"What happened with Iris was... unfortunate. But she invited it onto herself with her behavior. I was just doing the task I was hired to do. As for you... what crimes have I committed against you?"

The man asked, and I felt a little tongue-tied.

My heart told me that this man was not a good person and that he had done some... something... to me.

But I could not prove it or give a reason to escape...

That helplessness made my stomach churn.

"You hit me hard enough to land me in the hospital. I would consider that assault."

I told the man, and he only laughed. The sound echoed unpleasantly in the room.

"Hmm, I guess you could. Still, keep this card with you for now. It won’t hurt to have more connections in the future. I should also get going now. Damian Black will be back any second, and I do not want him to catch me."

Nero stood up, and before I could call out to him, he was gone.

When I entered the hallway to check, he was already nowhere to be seen.

"What the... what just happened?"

I asked, but I had no answers.

The silence felt oppressive.

I quickly closed the door once the man was gone, but I still had no idea how he had been able to open it from the outside.

This time, I made sure the door was locked from the inside as well, as I wanted Damian to come back.

My head felt heavy with all these extra thoughts about my situation.

I had no idea what was going to happen to me.

I only knew that I felt tired.

About half an hour later, Damian came back, and he did not look happy.

He had a bundle wrapped in black with him, and when he opened it, a battered Iris fell out.

The woman looked exhausted and malnourished.

She looked like she was on the verge of death and could not even recognize us.

’This is... bad. Will Iris be of any help to us? She looks... beyond destroyed...’

There was no light in her eyes to indicate that she was fully aware, and I braced myself for the worst.

"Damian, this is..."

I started, but he refused to look at Iris or me.

He almost had a guilty expression on his face when he finally faced me.

"I tried my best to get her out. But by the time I did, she was already in this state. What do you think we should do with her now?"

He asked, and I felt like I had no answer to give him either.