Loving You In Secret

Chapter 246

Chapter 246

Vicky’s eyes widened. 'Trash? Is he referring to me?'

"Tyler, what can I do for you to spare Charlie?’

"I've already shown him mercy," he said coldly.

She looked into his eyes. "I won't see him or contact him ever again.’

Tyler made no remarks on that, and she finally caved. ’Fine. I'm begging you."

He lifted an eyebrow. ’’Fine'?"

She bit onto her lower lip to the brink of drawing blood. 'I'm begging you... please spare Charlie."

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He looked at her mockingly. "Vicky, do you really think that your plea is worthy of anything at all?"

She paled and moved her lips to speak but was rendered speechless in the end.

After a while, she finally moved and walked toward Tyler.

She then proceeded to unbutton her shit, and Tyler scowled.

He stood abruptly. "Vicky Shaw, what do you think you're doing?!’

She smiled faintly. "You are right. My plea isn't worthy of anything, but I have nothing else I can trade

with apart from myself," she whispered with a dazed look in her eyes.

Tyler was a businessman and would never compromise unless there was something in it for him.

The look in Tyler’s eyes darkened, and he lifted her chin and shot her a sneer. "You are right. You have

nothing. As for your body..." He bent down until his face was inches away from hers and she could feel

his warm breath on her face. "I've gotten sick of it as well."

The most terrifying weapon on earth was never blades or bullets, but words.

She froze and watched as Tyler walked out of the room before returning with a bottle of wine and a

glass after a few minutes.

He sat on the couch lazily and poured himself a glass of wine.

Vicky remained standing in place, her hair draping over her face. 1

A few seconds later, she moved and turned to leave with her head bowed.

Just then, Tyler's cold, unforgiving voice echoed in the room. "This is how you beg for someone's

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help?"

She stilled, but did not look back.

"You sounded like you were humiliated to beg for something and could not even put up with being

mocked. You sure are proud of someone begging for help, Vicky Shaw.’

She twitched and lifted her gaze. "Tyler Hart, what exactly do you want?" she questioned hoarsely.

He leaned back against the couch lazily as he twirled the wine inside his glass; the crimson liquid

reflected the lights inside the room and shone mysteriously.

"You might not be worth anything right now, but.Jf you can satisfy me, I can consider letting him go.’

"Consider letting him go?" She studied his face. ’So you're pretty much saying that you won't let him

go, right?’