Trapped in Love

Chapter 882 You’re a Hypocrite 

Meanwhile, Daniella sat on the bed in an unfamiliar apartment. Her hair was messy, her lips were dry, and she chewed her nails incessantly.

Daniella’s bloodshot eyes were fixed on a corner. Her fingers bore evidence of the self–inflicted damage.

Daniella thought, ‘I don’t understand why Casey gets to go out today while I’m stuck in this place? It’s bad enough being confined, but there’s nothing to occupy me!

‘All I get is half a slice of bread each day for several consecutive days! What’s Mr. Hendrix trying to achieve? What does he want?‘

Daniella pondered, breathing heavily. She put down her hands and surveyed her surroundings with intensity.

“Mr. Hendrix! Face me if you dare! Why keep me locked up? What have I done to deserve this treatment?

Why inflict this on me?”

Receiving no response, Daniella angrily grabbed a pillow and threw it to the ground.

“You’re a hypocrite, Mr. Hendrix! You can give orders and imprison me, but you can’t come forward and explain? Just tell me what you want me to do, okay? Is there a point in tormenting me like this?” Daniella shouted.

As Daniella went berserk, a man monitored her. He calmly sipped water and dialed a number after observing Daniella’s frenzy.

“I’ll be there in five minutes,” he informed the person on the other end.

“Yes, sir!” the other party replied.

Turning off the surveillance footage, he got up, exited the room, and took the elevator downstairs.

The guard by the window promptly opened the door.

Daniella halted her actions in the room upon hearing the commotion. Her eyes widened In shock as the man walked in.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, swiftly getting out of bed and approaching him.

She coldly stared at him. “How did you get in here?”

The man replied nonchalantly, “Why? Do you think I shouldn’t be here?”

Daniella frowned, finally grasping the situation after scrutinizing the man. “You’re- Hmm!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the man seized her throat, tightening his grip.

He held Daniella’s throat firmly, causing her face to flush from suffocation.

Calmly, he stated, “Who do you think you are to speak to me like this?”

Panic filled Daniella’s gaze. She wanted to beg him to stop but couldn’t speak!

“Trying to get me to let go?” the man asked.

Daniella nodded with difficulty.

“I can do that, but I can’t guarantee what might happen next if you continue with the attitude you just displayed,” the man reminded.

Finally, he slowly loosened his grip.

When Daniella could breathe, she coughed profusely.

Tears welled up as she backed away with her hand over her throat, staring fearfully at the man in front of her.

“How… should I address you now?” Daniella asked shakily.

“This isn’t important. I’m sending you to do something tonight.” The man sat on the bed, looking at her.

Daniella asked, “What is it?”

Glancing outside, the man said, “Bring in the item for her.”

Hurriedly, the bodyguard outside entered the room and placed a gun on the table.

Daniella was astounded. “What do you mean?” Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“Take the gun to meet Caroline tonight. It’s simple–I want you to kill her,” the man ordered.