93 Chapter 93: I’m Married (1/2)

Suddenly, a black SUV with black tinted windows pulled up in front of her. A man stepped out from the driver's seat wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

”Faith Cruz? Please come with me.” Elliot said to her expressionlessly. Seeing his attitude so cold and firm, Faith immediately became alert.

”Stay back! I've learned karate, if you get closer, I'll kill you!”

Elliot's face was still cold. ”If you're Faith Cruz, maybe I can kill you first.” His tone was flat.

”You...Kylie sent you?”

”...” Elliot certainly would not give her an answer. He simply turned and headed towards the vehicle. Though she did not at all want to get inside an unknown car with a man she had never met before, she reasoned that only Kylie knew she was here, so the man was definitely taking her to see Kylie. So, quickly she walked over and hesitantly got inside the luxurious car.

When Faith saw that the man was driving her towards Toprak Mansion, Faith��s mouth dropped open with surprise. Only the rich and famous lived in this neighborhood, every single one of these mansions cost millions of dollars.

”Um, where are you taking me? Who is your boss?” Faith could no longer help but ask the reclusive driver.

Again, Elliot said nothing but looked straight ahead.

Faith's excitement was dampened by Elliot's lack of emotion, and again she started to feel the fear creeping back. She sat close to the door, watching intensely and memorizing the roads. She was afraid that if she was driven out, she would not even know the way to escape.

The car finally came to a halt at the gate of Toprak Mansion. Faith was asked to get out of the car. She stood at the marble stairs and saw Kylie standing by the front door of the huge mansion. She was wearing nightwear, a silky red robe, and had no makeup on. A medium-sized dog stood beside her and watched Faith alertly. Kylie's beauty was so inadvertent, but, at the same time, hit people's hearts, even Faith was bewitched by her.

”Kylie, are you...are you a mistress…what is going on here? Why…?” Faith grasped Kylie's arms and whispered, ”How can you sacrifice yourself just for revenge? Come! Let's go, let's get out of here…”

”Faith, wait,” Kylie replied, trying to stop Faith from tugging her down the stairs, ”I've got something to tell you, but you have to stay calm.” Kylie gestured for Faith to follow her inside.

Faith did not know where to look: at the tastefully decorated mansion or at Kylie, who was leading her towards a sofa.

”Let me guess you signed some sort of intimacy contract with a rich old man, and now you can't leave?”

”No...” Kylie chuckled at Faith.

”Oh, thank God!” Faith sighed in relief.

”I'm married.”

Faith stared at Kylie, dumbfounded before bursting into loud laughter, ”You're joking, right?”