Chapter 202 Locked in the Dungeon
Kelsey was stunned for a moment. She came for help, so how did it turn into a fight? But thinking it over, it was Michael's fault!
"Who told you to touch me?" Kelsey snapped.
Michael sneered. "What, I can't even touch you? Are you that special?"
"You!" Kelsey was seething. She felt humiliated—she had always been pampered and protected by her family. With Zaire and Steven around, no one had ever dared to treat her with such disrespect.
Kelsey wasn't weak. Even facing Michael, she wasn't scared. She didn't regret slapping him earlier; she felt she should've slapped him more.
Michael deserved it for his foul mouth!
As soon as Michael finished speaking, Kelsey raised her hand again. But this time, Michael grabbed her wrist. The slap didn't land.
"What, you want more?" Michael laughed angrily. No one besides Richard had ever dared to hit him like this!
"I'll teach you to watch your mouth!" Kelsey not only hit him but also cursed him! How could Michael tolerate that?
Michael tightly gripped Kelsey's hand. Her hand was soft and slender, feeling very delicate. Looking at Kelsey's defiant face, Michael felt a sense of conquest growing inside him. He wanted to see Kelsey cry, to hear her beg him. That would be a different kind of pleasure.
"Fine, very fine," Michael sneered, throwing Kelsey to the ground. "Guards!"
Two burly men immediately walked in. "Michael."
Michael pointed at Kelsey on the ground. "Lock Ms. Jose in the dungeon!"
Nancy's eyes flashed with satisfaction as she quickened her pace and left.
Kelsey stared in disbelief. "Michael, you dare!"
Michael smiled. "You'll find out soon enough."
Kelsey was lifted by the two burly men and dragged out. Even though she struggled with all her might, it was no use.
"Michael, if you dare mistreat me, Zaire will kill you!" Kelsey threatened.
By this time, Kelsey had already been dragged to the door.
"Wait!" Michael's voice suddenly rang out. The burly men stopped.
Michael walked over, stopping in front of Kelsey. "Ms. Jose, if you're scared, just beg for mercy. I'll let you go for the sake of Mr. Jose and Mr. Landon."
Kelsey gritted her teeth. "You pervert!"
Michael was speechless. He waved his hand. "Take her away. And call Mr. Jose, tell him I'm hosting Ms. Jose for a few days."
Kelsey was speechless.
Zaire had gone to the hospital, and Seb was still in a coma. Zoe and Emily were by Seb's bedside.
When Zaire received Michael's call, he was stunned for a moment. "What do you mean?"
Michael on the other end said, "Ms. Jose was out of line. Since Mr. Jose can't discipline her, I'll do it for you."
"Michael, if anything happens to Kelsey, I will flatten Casino One if I have to," Zaire said.
Michael laughed. "Ms. Jose came to ask for my help, slapped me twice, and now she's in my hands. Shouldn't you be speaking more politely? Or is this how the Jose family usually asks for help?"
Zaire knew Michael's character. Michael wouldn't trouble Kelsey for no reason. Zaire knew Kelsey's temper very well; it was probably a moment of impulse.
Zaire knew Michael wouldn't really harm Kelsey.
Lately, things had been chaotic. Zaire was juggling the Jose Group, helping with the Landon Group, dealing with Charles, and investigating the car accident. He was already overwhelmed. Handling Michael and Richard now would be too much.
"Hasn't Richard come back yet?" Zaire knew about the tension between Richard and Nina, which meant Michael wouldn't dare harm Kelsey.
"Not yet," Michael replied. "I've delivered my message. I'll send Ms. Jose back in five days."
With that, Michael hung up. Zaire looked at his phone and shook his head helplessly.
Isabella had been bedridden for three days. The first two days, she couldn't move at all. Samantha brought her meals, turned her over, and pressed her abdomen. Occasionally, she opened the curtains for fresh air. Isabella hadn't seen anyone else. Even the IV fluids were changed by Samantha.
By the third day, Isabella could sit up but trying to walk felt like stepping on knives. Determined to recover, she gritted her teeth and walked slowly by the bed.
As night fell, Samantha brought her meal again, moving like a robot without any extra actions or expressions. Isabella watched her set the table. When Samantha turned to leave, Isabella grabbed her, stood up, and pressed a pulled-out needle against Samantha's neck.
Samantha was startled, fear finally showing on her usually numb face. Isabella saw this and said, "Samantha, you can hear me, right?"
Samantha didn't respond. Isabella pricked her neck with the needle. Samantha flinched in pain.
"I know you can't speak right now," Isabella said. "I'll ask, and if I'm right, you nod. If I'm wrong, you shake your head. Otherwise, I'll stick this needle into your artery!"
Samantha nodded cooperatively.
"Are we still in Lakina?" Isabella asked. Samantha nodded.
"What about my child? Are they safe?" Isabella asked. Samantha nodded again. Isabella was overjoyed. Her child was her biggest concern. As long as the child was safe, she could relax.
"Who is keeping me here?" Isabella continued. Samantha looked at the wall. Following her gaze, Isabella saw a photo of Matthew.
"Is it Emma and Charles?" Isabella asked. Samantha nodded.
"They plan to keep me here to threaten Seb?" Isabella asked.
Just as Samantha was about to respond, footsteps sounded from the doorway. The doorknob turned, and someone pushed the door open.
