Yannick was a grown man. If he did not cooperate, how long could I keep him here?
“Yulia, let me go. I promise I won’t leave.”
I froze for two seconds, then stubbornly shook my head. “I don’t believe you.”
“Yulia, I have something important to do. You can follow me, but you need to let me out.”
Yannick thought that by offering this compromise, I would agree immediately. But I refused without hesitation. I told him firmly, “Until the police show up at my door, you’re staying here.”
With that, he realized there was no way out. His dark eyes scanned me from head to toe several times. Then, unexpectedly, he gave in. “If you keep me tied up for seven days, my arms and legs will be crippled. Is that what you want?”
“No. But I have no other choice. I can’t fight you, and I can’t stop you. This is the only way.”
“Yulia, I swear on my grandmother’s name that I won’t leave for seven days.”
Mrs. Jordan Senior…
I knew how much she meant to him. I also knew that she had genuinely cared for me. When she passed away, Yannick and I had hidden in a corner, sobbing uncontrollably. That was the first time I had ever seen him cry.
“If you want my cooperation, you’d better untie me. Otherwise, by this afternoon, your house will be forcibly broken into by the police.” Yannick’s voice was calm and sincere, and I knew he wasn’t lying. The CEO of Jordan Group going missing? That was a big deal.
I wanted to keep him here, but I did not want to be remembered as a criminal. I did not even need to guess it—of course, the media would twist the story into something absurd and scandalous.
Hence, I gave in.
I threw his clothes at him and slowly untied his wrists and ankles.
As he clenched his jaw and stretched his stiff limbs, he scolded me without mercy, “How did I never realize you were a lunatic?”
