SWNOVELS Chapter 1532
Chapter 1532 Using It to Deal with Her
Beryl's eyes lit up, and she found an opportunity. "You asked me to contact Marcellus. I will ask him to give you everything you want. You can use me as a hostage to make a deal. You can rest assured now, right?"
Although Marico liked money, he was also a very thoughtful person. He had experienced so many people and climbed out of a group of villains. When he heard these words and thought of what had happened in the past, he would not be easily tempted.
He knew that once something went wrong in any part; it would definitely not be as simple as money. He was very likely to be used as a scapegoat.
At his current age, he definitely couldn't go to the police station a second time.
Therefore, after thinking for a while, Marico advised himself to give up this idea.
After all, he was already very satisfied with the conditions set by the Toby Family. There was no need to let go of this kind of opportunity that was close at hand.
No matter how well Beryl put it, no matter how many promises she made, as long as the money was not in her hands, everything would be empty.
Seeing that he did not speak, Beryl felt frightened. She hoped that Marico would agree. As long as he could get in touch with Marcellus, even if it was just a phone call, she was confident that he would notice and come to her.
She thought that Marico would be tempted and agree, but when she turned around again and looked down at the iron pliers in the stove, she immediately despaired.
Sure enough, the next second, she heard him say, "You're young, but you're quite scheming. You still want me to get the most benefits at a time like this. You're really considerate!"
Beryl cursed in her heart. She knew that he was deliberately threatening her. "I'm just doing this for myself, but if you're willing to let me go, I can satisfy you in material terms."
After hearing this, Marico just raised his lip and smiled evilly. Then he said nothing more, took the dirty and thick white gloves aside, and put them on.
He held the iron tongs in his hand again. After being baked by the flames at the other end, the top of the iron tongs had already emitted a faint orange light, but the color would only appear when the iron was at its most hot.
At the edge of the pincers, there were sparks. It was obvious how hot the temperature was.
Marico looked at the iron pliers in his hand carefully as if he was admiring a work of art made by himself.
On the contrary, the faces of the two men standing by the side were full of horror. Just as Beryl was puzzled, Marico approached her again.
She looked at the red-hot iron pliers and then looked at the abnormal breath emitted by Marico. She suddenly understood something.
Could it be that the pincers were used to deal with her?
When this thought flashed through her mind, Beryl felt terrible. If her body had not been forced to sit on the chair, she would have run away like crazy.
But she couldn't.
She could only watch Marico, the beast, walk up to her and then put the hot iron clamp head close to the skin of her calf.
He did not stick to it completely but left a small gap. However, the gap was also filled with the high temperature. Even if he did not stick to it, it was still very hot.
She couldn't move her body, but her instinctive desire to survive in danger made her lean back. As a result, she directly pressed down the stool.
Fortunately, she raised her head so that the back of her head did not hit the ground.
With a "dong," Marico looked at her embarrassed appearance and laughed hysterically again.