Chapter 1676


    Gary frowned as he looked closely at the scene.


    Celeste was stunned when she it and gasped, "Did Monica just stab Michael with a syringe? He just


    fainted! Is his life going to be in any danger?"


    Gary shook his head and spected, "I don''t think Monica will go as far as murder. All she wants is


    money. She is just going to try to pry it out of Michael''s pockets."


    "But he has already passed out," Celeste whispered, "Now that Michael is unconscious, could


    Monica kill just for money?"


    "She doesn''t even have Michael''s bank ount password. How is she going to transfer the money


    to her ount?" Gary looked at Celeste and exined, "Don''t worry. He won''t die - at least for the


    time being. If he really does die, he still deserves it. None of them deserve any pity."


    "That is true, but we witnessed everything happening. I just can''t ept seeing someone die in


    front of our eyes," Celeste stared at the tablet.


    Gary gave it some thought before suggesting, "Let''s just wait and see. If something is really wrong,


    we can call the police."


    "Okay," Celeste nodded.


    At that moment, Michael was lying on the ground.


    Monica stepped up and kicked him, seemingly to check if Michael was fully unconscious. She


    seemed to be very angry. After staring at him for a while, she kicked him again.


    After that, she took off all of Michael''s clothes.


    Celeste was dumbfounded.


    "Stop looking," Gary immediately stopped her and suggested, "Go do your work. I will keep an eye


    on them."


    "Okay," Celeste nodded.


    She did not want to see it either. Michael was too ugly.


    Meanwhile, Monica picked Michael up and tied his hands and legs behind his back.


    After that, she took out a sharp German knife from her bag, the de gleaming ominously under the


    light.


    Later, she grabbed a grindstone and ced it beside her along with the knife. She then put aptop


    on it and turned it on.


    Gary raised his eyebrows. He roughly understood what Monica wanted to do. She wanted to use it


    to threaten Michael to transfer the money back to her.


    After doing so, Monica went out to grab a basin of water. She brought it back and sshed the


    water all over Michael''s face.


    "Ah!" Michael was startled awake.


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    The water trickled down his body. Since the seasons were changing to colder times, the wind only


    made him feel even more chilly.


    He was immediately awakened by the icy cold water.


    He subconsciously looked at Monica and realized what was happening.


    "Monica, what are you doing?" Michael, who was all tied up, immediately red at Monica.


    Monica looked down at Michael. She suddenly threw the basin in her hand onto the ground, the


    loud crackle of stic resonating throughout the house once it made contact with the ground. It


    sounded horrible.


    Michael could not help but shiver.


    He then looked at himself. Not only was he all tied up, even his clothes werepletely stripped


    from him.


    "I only wanted half of my money back," Monica stared at Michael and said slowly, "I earned that


    money, so I want half of it. The other half is mypensation for deceiving you. Michael Grayson,


    you know very well that it is not a loss for you."


    "Twenty years," Michaelughed coldly, "What do you mean by it''s not a loss for me? This is a huge


    loss for me."


    "Fine, if that is the case, then I will forget about our past," Monica walked to the side and picked up


    the knife. She was holding the grindstone too as she slowly sharpened the de of the knife.


    The glittering light from the knife radiated in all directions.


    Panic could be seen in Michael''s eyes. His voice quivered slightly as he asked, "Monica Wilber,


    what are you doing? Don''t do anything stupid. I''m warning you! Do you hear me?"


    "I was never going to do anything stupid, but you forced me to do so. You know me, I am a person


    who is difficult tomunicate with. You know that I''m feeling sorry for you, so you refuse to give


    me my money back. However, I can''t live without money. I will say this again. Split half of the money


    with me, and I''ll let you go. If you don''t, I''ll have no choice but to castrate you and leave you


    heirless," Monica revealed her n slowly, giving no time nor chance for Michael to think it over,


    "Think about it carefully. Do you want money, or do you want your man jewels intact?"


    "You cruel b*tch," Michael was so scared that he tried to squirm backwards, but both his legs and


    arms were tied up. It was difficult for him to break


    free.


    Michael saw Monica inching towards him. She slowly squatted down, the eerie glimmer of the


    knife''s de reflected into his eyes. He immediately retreated in full-blown panic.


    "No... no, Monica, you can''t do this," Michael''s voice was filled with horror and he was looking at


    Monica in fear.


    "Now no one can save you anymore. The moment this knife falls, you will never be a man ever


    again," Monica ced the stone aside and grabbed Michaels'' shoulders.


    "No!" Michael screamed, "Monica, you can''t!"


    Monica sneered, "Why can''t I? You can let me try and see if I''ll actually do it or not. Michael


    Grayson, you should never have forced me in the first ce."


    She had absolutely nothing left. Even her career was at its lowest point.


    She had used up almost all of her money.


    How was she going to live the rest of her life?


    She needed to take the rest of her life into consideration as well.


    "Go ahead, cut it off," Michael red at Monica and suddenly found the courage to retort loudly,


    "Even if you cut it off, you won''t regain your freedom. Go ahead, I am not worried about my future. I


    am worried about yours instead."


    "Hah, then should I be grateful for you, or should I worry about you?" Monica reached out for her


    knife and waved it at Michael.


    "No!" Michael immediately grunted, "Monica! My dear wife, my honey."


    The knife stopped a centimeter away from his privates.


    Monica looked at him and snickered, "Suddenly, I''m your wife and your honey now. Why should I


    listen to you?"


    As she said that, she ced the knife tenderly on him.


    Michael''s bodypletely tensed up.


    "Don''t move, Michael. If you do, I''m afraid this de of mine will sink into your flesh. It may look


    slick and slim, but just one sh and blood will stain the ground. I''m sure you wouldn''t want to know


    how that actually works."


    "Monica, don''t do this. I''ve given you a lot of happiness. Just think about the times we did it


    together!" Michael looked at Monica cautiously, his tone growing gentler, "Don''t mess around. Just


    think about it. In fact, it''s not a life- or- death struggle. We don''t have to do this." "Give me your


    ount, I want half of the money transferred," Monica insisted.


    "Then you''d better let me go, I''ll do it," Michael took the opportunity to make a request.


    Monicaughed in scorn, "Are you trying to y tricks with me? Don''t think that I''m stupid. Would I


    still be able to leave freely after I let you go? I might lose my life before I even get the money."


    "I won''t kill you. Let me go, and I will transfer the money to you."


    "Tell me your ount''s password, I will transfer it myself," Monica patted Michael with the knife in


    her hand.


    Michael was so scared that his legs could not stop shaking.


    If the knife came closer by another inch, he would never be able to call himself a man ever again,


    let alone hold a woman.


    "Monica, let''s work together. Let''s cooperate and get Cindy and Sinir''s money. After that, we will


    split the money. What do you think about that?"


    "We have talked about this before. It''s useless now bringing it up again," Monica warned, "Hurry up


    and tell me the password. Stop wasting my time. I don''t have the time to y around with you."


    "Monica, c''mon! We share the same interest," Michael was still trying to persuade her.


    However, Monica had already pointed the knife at Michael''s jewels. She gave onest threat, "Shut


    up. It''s either the password or your manliness. I will give you only one minute to think about it. You


    have the final say. After a minute, I will no longer discuss this with you, and I''ll just have to make my


    own decision. The knife will fall, and you''ll have to say goodbye to your nightly entertainment. From


    then on, you won''t be a man anymore."


    "Sixty, fifty- nine..." Monica counted. The words rang loudly in Michael''s ears.


    He instantly pursed his lips and his body tensed up. He did not dare to move a muscle.


    "Thirty-nine, thirty-eight..." Monica was not in a hurry and counted the numbers rhythmically. She


    even tapped on Michael''s privates with the knife leisurely.


    Sweat seeped out of Michael''s forehead profusely.


    A faint smile appeared on the corner of Monica''s mouth. She looked at how badly he was covered


    in sweat and how he could not stop shivering. She continued gleefully, "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."


    "... Three, two, one."


    "I will tell you the password," Michael immediately shouted, "Take my things and take my ount. I


    will give you the password too."


    Monica smiled grimly, "Tell me the password at once. I know your ount number."


    Michael was stunned.


    "Don''t try pulling any tricks."


    "The password is the date of our wedding day," Michael quickly revealed.