I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Terrence Sterling's tone was icy, filled with a palpable intent to kill. Joy Chaucer was utterly convinced that Terrence would indeed chop off all her fingers and feed them to his golden python. In terror, she curled up tightly, the pain and the tears forgotten for a moment. As her blood continued to flow from her missing finger, the pain became more intense.

"Boss," Harvey Fieldmouse couldn't hold back, he called out. This was serious; Joy Chaucer was really being ruined.

Terrence Sterling ignored Harvey Fieldmouse and sat down at the coffee table, his demeanor lazy. The golden python, having fed, seemed not yet satisfied and opened its mouth wide to frighten Joy Chaucer. After scaring her, it coiled up quietly beside her, watching her intently. Without Terrence's command, the python would not harm Joy.

Even so, the mere presence of the python was enough to terrify Joy Chaucer out of her wits. Terrence glanced at his wristwatch and said coldly, "You have three seconds to decide whether you can keep your next finger." "I... I didn't..." Joy Chaucer, her hand covering the severed finger, was stubbornly resistant.

Terrence pulled out a fruit knife, and seeing him about to make a move, Joy recoiled, "I'll talk, I'll talk..."

She dared not speak too loudly for fear of startling the python and being devoured. She stared at Terrence Sterling, her eyes full of fear and her body trembling. "I was picked up outside the police station. If something happens to me, the police will know it was you."

"So what if they know?" Terrence scoffed coldly. "It was just an accident, the popo ate you, and Harvey Fieldmouse and I couldn't save you. To give the Chaucer family an explanation, I'll place a bowl of snake soup on your grave." His implication was clear-it would be considered an accident. Joy Chaucer was left speechless, realizing that any small schemes she had were nothing compared to what Terrence Sterling could do. Terrence's eyes darkened, "Joy Chaucer, you can keep playing games with me, but your three seconds are up..."

As his words fell, Terrence grabbed Joy Chaucer's hand, and with a swift motion of the knife, Joy cried out in terror, "It was me, I did it, I confess, I'll tell you everything."

But it was too late. Terrence was not one for deception; three seconds later, another of her fingers was chopped off. Joy Chaucer screamed in agony as the python swiftly swallowed the severed finger. This time, Joy Chaucer passed out from the pain. Harvey Fieldmouse found it cruel. "Boss, she has confessed. Should we bandage her first?"

Terrence Sterling's eyes were blood-red as he picked up a cup of water and splashed it on Joy Chaucer's face. She woke up, crying and screaming, "Terrence Sterling, I was wrong, I really was. I promise I won't cause trouble for Meredith again, never."

Terrence casually threw the cup on the table, his aura menacing, his voice icy, "When you drugged Meredith before, I spared you once. These two fingers are just the interest you owe; the principal is yet to be paid."

Hearing this, Joy Chaucer felt desperate, bowing deeply and begging, "I was wrong, Terrence Sterling, believe me this time, I won't dare again. The Chaucer and Sterling families are both distinguished; my grandfather and your grandmother grew up together. I am the only heir to the Chaucer family, you can't let our line end."

"Whether you are the Chaucer family's daughter, you know yourself," Terrence pressed coldly, lifting Joy Chaucer's chin with the fruit knife. The cold blade smeared with her blood, the strong smell of blood was nauseating.

But these were nothing compared to Terrence's words which struck her soul, more frightening than losing two fingers. Joy felt truly doomed, her blood freezing in her veins as her secret was out, and soon Bianca would know, leaving her with nothing.

Harvey Fieldmouse was also shocked, "Boss, is she really not Bianca's daughter?"

"No, I am, I am," Joy Chaucer cried out in utter panic, insisting, "I am the sole heir of the Chaucer family."