“Mr. Seet is here to meet a friend. He saw your car being parked here just now, so he asked me to wait for you. He wanted to give you a surprise,” John replied calmly with a preplanned explanation.
His composed manner dispelled all Sylphiette’s doubts. Her heart was full of anticipation upon hearing that Evan had a surprise for her. “Really? Then let’s go.”
John turned, curling his lips into a mischievous smile. “Follow me then.” He led her to a room at a hotel opposite the road.
Sylphiette was casting her gaze over the room when she heard the sound of the door click shut.
Inexplicably, her heart skipped a beat. She spun around and asked John dubiously, “What are you doing?”
With a subtle smile, John cast a meaningful glance at her but remained silent.
Right then, Sylphiette heard the voice of a child, cold and hard. “We’re going to beat you up.”
Furrowing her brows, she turned around to find Kyle and Juan standing right behind her. What are these two little brats doing here?
She had a bad feeling about the whole situation, especially upon noticing the hostility in the two children’s eyes.
She tightened her hands, pretending to be calm as she asked, “What are the two of you doing here?”
“Waiting for you!” Kyle uttered.
“Why were you guys waiting for Mommy?” A faint smile appeared on her face, but the anxiety in her eyes was barely veiled.
“Haha!” Juan was reluctant to waste his breath on her, so he cut to the chase. “You’re not our Mommy! You’re nothing but an imposter!”
Sylphiette couldn’t help feeling panicked. Do they know something? How did they find out? I have never laid a finger on them, nor have I ever scolded them even for once. They shouldn’t be suspicious of me…
Her eyes darkened as she tried to grip her composure. However, before she could say anything to reassure them, Kyle stomped toward her and kicked her on the shin.
“If you dare say that you’re our Mommy again, I will throw you into the sea and feed you to the sharks!” His distant and domineering aura made him looked exactly like a miniature version of Evan.
Sylphiette suddenly recalled that there were times when she caught Kyle scrutinizing her suspiciously with his penetrating gaze. She came to the realization that the young boy had long been suspicious of her.
Realizing that it was impossible to fool them anymore, she no longer bothered to pass herself off as their mother. “How did you guys find out that I am not your Mommy?” she asked curiously.
Juan eyed her up and down. “Our Mommy loves us the most, whereas you, you do not love us at all! You only care about yourself! Although your face looks exactly like Mommy, you are incomparable to her because you’re too selfish!”
Sylphiette fell silent at that statement. She had never expected them to be so observant and attentive to details. However, it was impossible for her to love these two little brats wholeheartedly like how Nicole did. After all, they were not her children.
She lowered her head to look at them. “I have nothing more to say since you’ve caught me. So, tell me then. Why did you guys trick me into coming to this place?”
“Where is our Mommy?” Juan questioned her harshly.
Sylphiette smirked. “Your Mommy is in my hands, but I will never tell you where she is.”
“Hmph!” Juan scoffed, “I know you’re a witch, and you won’t tell us easily, but…”
“But what?” Sylphiette seemed unworried, thinking that the two little kids wouldn’t be able to do anything to her.
Kyle continued, “But we have many ways to make you talk. I wonder if you will be able to stand the torture…”
Torture? By these two little kids? Looking at Kyle’s stern face, Sylphiette couldn’t help but let out a snicker, thinking that he was only trying to scare her.
Right then, John caught her off balance when he suddenly tied her up.
“John Lindt, what on earth are you doing?”
“I’m following orders!” John replied with a serious look on his face.
“You bastard! How dare you…” Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was stuffed with a piece of cloth.
With his arms crossed, Juan narrowed his eyes, glaring at her. “If you don’t tell us where Mommy is, we will let you get a taste of some of the most horrible tortures. Now, the first one….”
The young boy took a cup and flashed her a malicious smile. “How about a glass of the world’s most unique drink?”
