CHAPTER 130

Anita’s stomach twisted in knots. She knew what Lilian was asking would ruin her—everything she had worked for, her career, her dreams, would all be gone. But with the bomb ticking under her seat, she didn’t have any choice.

Lilian smirked at the distraught expression on Anita’s face. Leaning in close, she whispered, "The bomb is ticking, Anita. What’s it going to be? Your career…or your life?"

Anita’s sobs grew louder, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably. The room seemed to become smaller by the second as the weight of Lilian’s impossible condition crashed down on her.

Lilian, however, laughed out loud, her eyes glistening with malicious glee as she savored every moment of Anita's torment.

Anita tightened her fists on the wooden arm of the chair, the rope used to restrain her now digging into her wrists, making it sting. But the pain caused by this rope, was nothing compared to the pain blooming in her chest.

She decided to stall Lilian a bit by trying to plead with her, ho