"Today I'll personally give you a beauty treatment. Like it? Speak up! Can't you hear me asking you?!"
The places on my face that had been hit now met the alcohol, making my features contort in pain.
Screams echoed in the dilapidated hallway.
Jay spoke callously, "Want a divorce? I'll grant it! You'll never see Chloe again!"
With that, he wiped his hands clean on the bodyguard's clothes.
Then he picked up his phone and called his assistant.
"Call the police and find out where Tiffany hid Chloe! Have the lawyer draft a divorce agreement right now. I must have custody of Chloe!"
The person on the other end of the line was stunned for a moment before speaking timidly and cautiously.
"Mr. Miller, Chloe has already died and been cremated... It happened the night you and Mrs. Perez were socializing. The cause of death was a motorcycle accident.
"Because we couldn't reach you, I arranged a burial plot for Chloe on Mrs. Miller's behalf. Today is the burial day..."
