Selah's heart thumped with fear.
"It seems you like the hard way!" the bald man mumbled. "Be careful! You'll be doomed! I'll ask you again. Will you drink it?"
"Yes, of course!" Jerry nodded and winked at Selah, saying, "Mr. Wu, your wine is too strong. How about letting Selah drink the cocktail I just brought?"
Then, he poured a glass of cocktail for her. "Selah, drink this glass of cocktail. Also, apologize to Mr. Wu now!"
Selah looked at Jerry gratefully, picked up the glass, and drank it up. "Mr. Wu, I'm sorry."
Many years later when she thought back, she felt she was like a fool at that time. She had thought that Jerry was really trying to help her out, but she did not expect that he had prepared a bigger trap for her.
"Well, not bad. Drink two more glasses!"
"Okay, okay!" Jerry replied and poured two more glasses of cocktail for Selah.
She drank the two glasses of cocktail as they wished. Seeing that, Mr. Wu lost his interest. He took the wine and went to dance with the women who were playing Chinese lute.
In the corner, Selah felt dizzy and hot within a few minutes. She wondered if she had drunk the cocktail too fast.
"What's wrong?" Jerry asked while leaning over.
"I feel a little dizzy." Selah shook her head, hoping to get rid of the dizziness. "I drank too fast just now."
"Why don't you go upstairs and have a rest? You can't accompany them here like this," Jerry suggested. "I'll call you when it's time to leave."
"Is that okay?" Selah was overjoyed by his consideration. It was great to finally have a rest.
"Of cou
one's phone rang in the room. With a cold face, Jerry took his phone and looked at the caller ID. Seeing that it was from a director, Jerry quickly answered it fawningly. "Oh, director, why are you calling?"
"What? Please listen to me, director!"
Selah heard Jerry's voice change several times. After hanging up the phone, he paced back and forth in the room in a hurry.
"No. No. No,"
he murmured to himself. Suddenly, a fierce look appeared in his eyes and he began to pack up his things in panic.
"What are you doing?" Struggling to sit up, Selah asked in confusion.
Jerry did not answer. However, his expression turned anxious and he began to pack up his clothes, passport, and so on.
She stood up, and grabbed his sleeve. "What are you doing? Stop! Where will you go?"
"Fuck off!" All of a sudden, Jerry pushed Selah away and gave her a heavy punch on the back of her neck.
The sex last night, the effect of the drug, the anger today, and the depression in her heart, all together, had made Selah unable to hold on any longer. After Jerry's punch, Selah's body went soft and she fainted.
Jerry angrily packed up his things. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw Selah's bag out of the corner of his eye. He went back and took all the cash, bank cards, passport, and ID card in her bag. To put it simply, he had taken everything that could be taken away.
"Humph! You bitch! You should feel lucky that I did not sell you! Now you will have to live on your own luck!"
With his suitcase in his hand, Jerry glared at Selah one last time and left.