Chapter 14 Her Life To Be Imprisoned

"Stop! I had neither hid a baby nor delivered a baby."

After another round of intensive questioning, Emma repeated the answer that she had told them thousands of times painfully. Her face was pale as paper, and her lips were dry.

After the psychologist left, she slowly squatted down against the wall and inserted her fingers into her hair, seemingly very uncomfortable.

When would be the end of these desperate days…

She was trapped in this heaven-like hell for a baby that didn't even exist.

"En… Mr. Jackson, easy. Don't do this…"

A soft voice of a woman sounded from outside.

Emma stood up and gently opened the door to look outside. She saw a woman in silk pajamas sitting on the railing of the corridor. The pajamas slid down to her arms, revealing a graceful curvy figure.

Kevin stood in front of her, well-dressed. Circling her in his arms, his palms wandered over the woman's body. His thin lips kissed her neck, and he was very focused.

"Mr. Jackson… En…" The woman raised her head, allowing the man to do whatever he wanted and enjoying it a lot, "Mr. Jackson, when will I be able to get a higher position?"

"What position do you mean?" Kevin "bit" her neck while kissing. His voice was so cold that nobody could tell he was kissing a woman passionately.

"I don't expect to be your girlfriend. One of your countless mistresses would be enough for me. You can rest assured, I will behave myself and will never talk nonsense in front of the media." The woman said, holding him even more tightly. "Can you promise me that?"

"It depends on you."

"I'll do my best."

"You are smart, aren't you?"

Kevin held her up and walked afar.

Emma was full of hatred to look at them.

This bad man was not only a beast but also a perverted disgusting monster. A man like him was worth so many women chasing after him just to be one of his countless mistresses?

Wasn't he supposed to get married? But he was still here, messing up with women. The so-call upper-class was so dirty…

Emma opened the door and headed opposite them.

She walked aimlessly inside the luxurious castle, and the paintings on the walls along the road made her breathtaking.

Kevin was indeed the richest man in the world. The duplicates of these famous paintings were rare in this world, but there were so many authentic collections here.

And these paintings became the only consolation she got during her captivity.

She stood in front of the wall and looked at these famous pictures one after another. Her mood slowly calmed down and she felt a sense of hunger. Since they had been questioning her endlessly recently, she hadn't eaten well in two days.

Ignoring the two bodyguards behind her, she walked around the grand maze-like castle.

After a long round, she finally found the kitchen.

The kitchen was clean and bright, equipped with the most advanced kitchen wares, twice as large as her home. The maids and chefs did their own jobs and ignored her.

Emma didn't care about their attitude, going straight to the refrigerator for ingredients.

Nobody stopped her.

There was a special ingredients area here. The vegetables and the raw fresh ingredients were stored in different refrigerators. There were even lots of fresh live fish in the fish tank...

Fish. She hadn't had fish soup for a long time.

Emma walked over, picked up a diddle-net, and got a blackfish. Then she skillfully scaled it and made it finned. Afterward, she cut thin fish fillets diagonally with a knife. Even the knives of the Jackson Family were better than hers. It didn't take much effort to cut the fillets...

She never likes spicy food, so she took several tomatoes as accessory ingredients. The tomato fish soup scented good in the pan.

"Master."

A neat sound suddenly came from outside the door.