Mr. Marsh’s Twins

Around noon… In a relatively remote suburb, the abandoned factory was desolate, with weeds growing all around. Rupert, who had been hungry and thirsty all night, was still tied to that pillar. No one cared about his life or death, as if he had been abandoned. He looked extremely weak, his stomach growling with hunger. He couldn’t find a comfortable position; his whole body was numb, blood circulation was poor, and his head felt dizzy.

The scorching sun shone directly down; there were no windows installed here. The sunlight beamed harshly on him, making him feel inexplicably irritable. The surroundings were exceptionally quiet, and Rupert was enveloped in fear, his heart far from calm.

He closed his eyes and leaned against the pillar, waiting for death with a heart full of despair. Memories of his parents’ sacrifices over the years and the first girl who entered his heart, Summer, flashed through his mind. They now seemed so distant, as if they belonged to another century. He wondered if he would ever see them again in this lifetime.

Rupert knew very well that he owed the most to his parents. They had sacrificed a lot for him, worked hard to save money to send him abroad for studies, and lived frugally their whole lives to buy him a marital home. As he thought about it, tears of regret rolled down his cheeks. At this moment, he felt genuine remorse.

He didn’t know how much time had passed when the sound of leather shoes scraping the ground reached him, approaching from afar with lazy steps that grew clearer. Rupert’s nerves tightened slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. It wasn’t an illusion-someone had appeared.

Just when he thought he would die here, he saw two men in black coats walking toward him. The men had one hand behind their backs and a cigarette in the other hand, occasionally taking a puff. The smoke rings blurred Rupert’s vision; he couldn’t see their faces clearly, but one of them seemed to have a scar on his face.

Sitting on the ground, Rupert felt that these men looked down on him with an imposing presence. As they stopped in front of him, Rupert gradually regained consciousness and became alert again. With a large towel stuffed in his mouth, he couldn’t make a sound, but his survival instinct flared up instantly. His tired and bloodshot eyes lit up with hope as he moved slightly.

This was a plea for help-his body language spoke volumes. If they pulled out the towel from his mouth, he would immediately beg for mercy like a turtle grandson and say all kinds of good things to them.

Rupert had never seen these two men before but sensed they were creditors; otherwise, they wouldn’t have tied him up for no reason. He owed so much money that he couldn’t remember what his creditors looked like anymore; he had countless creditors.

He borrowed ten thousand here and twenty thousand there; even small amounts like one hundred or two hundred dollars were borrowed until he was at the end of his rope. Although he had no money now, he had Summer. As long as Summer was his fiancee, she had to help! She had demolition compensation money and had entered the entertainment industry… As long as Rupert didn’t agree to break off the engagement, Summer would have to help him pay off his debts.

This was something Rupert firmly believed in.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

But the two men stood still in front of him with cigarettes in their mouths, looking down at him without any intention of squatting down to remove the gag from his mouth. So there was no way for him to mention that he had a fiancee who could help pay off his debts.

Rupert strained to lift his head; deep inside, he was extremely terrified-these men were not kind-hearted at all. What were they here for? Sure enough, before he could react, the hands that were behind their backs slowly extended forward. Rupert saw that they were holding long whips!