Love in Twilight

Chapter 382

Chapter 382 He Had Plenty of Ways to Torture Her Clarissa‘s heart no longer ached at the thought of

Zach. Perhaps it was because her love had been transferred to Damien, so she no longer felt sorrowful

over Zach.

“Is that so volunteers often run into all sorts of situations.” Chanel lowered her head, seemingly deep in

thought. “Right, I won‘t intrude on you anymore. I honestly can‘t help you, so you should see whether

you can think of anything else.”

Clarissa smiled bitterly. What else could she do? Damien knew she didn‘t have any photos of him, and

he was determined to teach her a lesson. There was nothing she could do.

She hadn‘t expected it to be so hard for her to see her own child.

She felt anxious.

Clarissa sent Mrs. Faber a Whatsapp message.

Clarissa: (Mrs. Faber, 1 honestly can‘t find any photos of Damien, but I really want to see Neil Is there

anything else that we can do? Can we have a video call so that you can show him to me?]

Mrs. Faber: (Madam, I‘m mainly in charge of the kitchen. Mrs. Laing‘s the one who‘s watching over

Neil, and she‘ll definitely tell President Lawrence about it if I made a video call with you. Not to mention,

his parents are around. It‘s not workable. Don‘t you see that President Lawrence wants you to come

back? Why are you being so stubborn?]

Clarissa didn’t want things to be this way either, but she had undisclosable reasons.

She supposed that if Damien really refused to let her see Neil, she would make a trip home. Then, she

could tell him in person about the threats she had received. It was much too dangerous to talk about

that over the phone.

Mrs. Faber was in a state as well. She was a mother herself, and she knew how Clarissa had to be

feeling. She even thought of taking a photo of Damien for Clarissa.

But she was rational enough not to do so. With Damien‘s brains, doing something like that would

probably only make things even worse.

Darnien sat down on the sofa when he got home.

Mrs. Faber said, “President Lawrence, Madam doesn’t have any photos of you. Is there any way that

she can take a look at Neil? He is her son, after all.”

“Not even one?” he asked calmly.

“This concerns her child. I‘m sure she would’ve sent them to you a long time ago if she had any.” He

curled his lip. As expected, she was heartless. She didn‘t even have a photo of her man.

“If that‘s the case, I‘m out of ideas.” He turned to head upstairs.

“President Lawrence.” Mrs. Faber stopped him when he pot to the foot of the staircase

“What?” He turned back. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

“Please give Madam an alternative She‘s a mother, and I can understand how she feels.” Mrs.

Faber was angry at Clarissa for being so heartless, but she also pitied Clarissa for not being able to

even see her own child.

Damien narrowed his eyes. “Alright, then. She may not have any photos of me, but she‘s bound to

have photos of herself. She can use her own photos in exchange for Neil‘s, but this time, she can only

have one photo of Neil in exchange for ten of her own.” “Now that‘s something that‘s easy to do.” Mrs.

Faber was elated to hear this. Clarissa could just take some of herself immediately.

“Don‘t be too happy just yet.” He said coldly, “I want nudes. And she has to show her face.”

He went upstairs.

Mrs. Faber was stunned.

She had to admit, he was an expert at tormenting others. She didn‘t even know how she was going to

tell Clarissa about this. In the end, she decided to just be straight. Mrs. Faber: (Madam, I told him that

you don‘t have any photos of him, and I asked him to think of something else.)

Clarissa: (What did he say?]

Mrs. Faber: (He said you can use photos of yourself, but you’ll only get one of Neil in exchange for ten

of yourself. Also...) Mrs. Faber: (It has to be in the nude. And you have to show your face.)

Clarissa was speechless.

He had plenty of ways to torture her. It would be humiliating for Clarissa to send him photos of herself

naked.

What if Mr. Black Suit and his people saw them if she sent them to Damien?!

She decided that there was no way she could send him such photos. She wanted to make a trip home

to explain to Damien she hadn‘t come to Emmeria to study purely to anger him. But after Clarissa

bought some toys and made preparations to return to Genovia, someone knocked on the door.

Yonah was at work, so it couldn‘t be her.

A chill ran down Clarissa‘s spine when she opened the door.

It was none other than Mr. Black Suit.

“Long time no see, Miss Johnson,” he said. “Aren‘t you going to invite me in?”

“C Come in.” Clarissa‘s voice trembled a little She thought they were no longer watching her. However,

not only had they not relaxed their supervision of her, but they had also found out where she was

staying. It was obvious they were watching her every move,

This was terrifying

In the living room, Mr. Black Suit immediately saw the toys on the sofa.

“What‘s this? Have you bought some toys for your son, Miss Johnson? This doesn‘t match up with

what you said earlier.” He watched her closely. “You said yourself that you didn’t like the

child.”

“I bought these for someone else‘s child. Why would I buy these for my own child when I‘m not going

home?” Clarissa‘s face was pale.

“For your sake, I hope you‘re telling the truth! I‘m sure I don‘t need to remind you of what will happen if

you head home. It‘s not strange for history to repeat itself, and whatever happened with Madam Zell

could happen to Damien. Of course, you can tell him about this, but he can‘t be on his guard all the

time,” Mr. Black Suit said.

“I... I understand!” Clarissa sat down on the sofa, looking ashen.

He had successfully stopped her from returning to Merania and telling Damien everything.