Ch. 1166..1170

Chapter 1166 One night before the opening ceremony, Sherry texted her to cheer her on. John and Shannon's wedding must have just gotten married aroundthat time.

One month has passed since then.

Sylvia had texted Sherry a few times since then, yet Sherry had not once revealed that shewas still being imprisoned by John. Sylvia sighed.

She texted Sherry and asked, "Where are you?" "I'm still in Glenchester," Sherry answered. "Glenchester? Where is John holding you?" The screen activity went silent after that last text. Sherry did not text back regarding her location.

Sylvia wanted to call her but her call was rejected.

Sylvia was about to curse out loud when she received a text from Sherry.

"Sylvia, please don't be mad.

It's not that | don't want to tell you, it's just that | don't even know where | amnow." Sylvia's gaze shifted and she continued texting her.

Meanwhile, at the southern suburbs at Glenchester, Sherry was locked in the room with her phone. She was on the bed as she tapped on the screen.

Ding.

She received a text from Sylvia.

“Are there any noticeable buildings around you?" Sherry answered, "There are mountains, rivers, jungles, just not modern buildings.

There's no one else here either." She was in the middle of nowhere. "Can you send me your location through your phone?" Sherry's eyes shimmered with hope.

‘That's right, | can send her my location!’ She turned on the GPS function and the map showed that she was in the middle ofa field of green.

She zoomed out and only after searching for a long time, she found out that she was in a remotesuburb in the southern part of the city.

The nearest town to her location was 30 kilometers away.

Sherry was rendered speechless.

She screenshot the map and sent it to Sylvia.

Sylvia was at a loss of words when she saw the screenshot.

Awhile later, she texted back, "Don't worry. Odell has sent his men to look for you. Call me if anything happens.” Sherry smiled. "Don't worry. | know how to take care of myself." She put her phone away after sending the last text.

Laying in bed, she started munching on the snacks that had been placed on the table infront of her.

She stared at the ceiling with a smile on her face.

With Odell's resources, she believed he would be able to find her in less than a day.

It has been a month since John had come by.

He was probably busy with work or too busy spending time with Shannon to the point that he must have forgotten abouther.

It did not look like he would be coming any time soon, so if Odell's mencould find this place, there would be a high chance that she could be rescued.

Even though she had lived a carefree life for the past month, it was under the conditions thatshe had to sacrifice her freedom and become a mistress to a newly married man.

If she could leave, she would definitely do so in a heartbeat.

As for the eight billion she owed him, he could go look for someone else to get the money back. The thought of leaving cheered her up.

She opened another bottle of wine, swirled it in her glass and happily sipped on it.

After a few drinks, she was overcome by sleepiness so she leaned back and fell asleep. Her hand continued to hold onto the glass as her lips remained curved in a smile. Creak.

The sudden sound of the door as it was opened broke the silence in the air.

The sound of footsteps from a pair of leather shoes against the floor could be heard.

In a short while, the footsteps soon stopped beside the bed.

Snacks filled the little table on the bed and the box of trash was left beside it.

Beneath the quilt, the sleeping woman slept on.

 

Chapter 1167 Something must have made the woman happy, or she would not be smiling and drooling away in her sleep. The man staredat her for a while before he took his phone out and snapped pictures of her as she drooled in her sleep Snap! Sherry was awoken by the sharp sound.

She opened her eyes and saw the man snapping pictures of her sleeping with a gentle smile on his face. "Good morning, sleepy head." Snap! He took another picture before he pocketed his phone.

Sherry was rendered speechless.

Her face paled as she stared at him.

After a few seconds, she raised her hand and slapped herself on the head.

‘Why is this b*stard here? | must be having a nightmare!’ After slapping herself twice, she looked at him again. John's tall figure was still beside her, looking at her from behind his golden -framed glasses.

He was puzzled as to why Sherry had slapped her own head.

Sherry's gaze cleared and she slapped her own face again.

She must have been drunk and started hallucinating.

Just as she was giving herself a particular hard slap, John caught hold of her wrist and stopped her. He thought that she had lost her mind.

He bent over and moved closer to her face, stroking her head with his other hand.

The familiar presence, the warmth from his palm, all of it felt real.

Sherry's response was to shoot him an icy look before pushing him away.

The sudden push caught him offguard and sent him staggering backwards.

Sherry covered herself with the sheets.

"Stay away from me!" John went silent for a moment before his lips curled up into a smile.

“How's your waist and hip?" Sherry pulled the quilt back up and wrapped herself in it." That'snone of your business." John said, "You've been freeloading for a month now.

If this isn't my business, whose business is it?" Sherry rolled her eyes.

"Release me then.

You wouldn't need to feed this freeloader anymore." John chuckled.

"If | release you, what about my eight billion?" "The Fowlers or the Browns, or both of them together."

"Hmph." He wentcloser to the bed and bent over.

Before Sherry could escape him, he caught her chin and said with a devilish grin, "| want to take the money from you." Sherryrolled her eyes again.

"| don't have any money with me, so just take my life if you want it."

The moment her words subsided, she felt a tingling sensation around her neck.

His fingers gently stroked her neck, teasing her.

Sherry's expression changed.

She glared at him and cried, "Don't even think about it, unless I’m dead and you like to f*ck a corpse!" Shewas prepared to jump again.

Her hip and her legs had almost recovered and she had forgotten about the pain from jumping John scoffed. He moved his hand along her body and down to her hip.

"It seems like you've recovered .

Have you forgotten the pain?" Sherry glared at him fiercely.

"Take your dirty hands off me!" He retracted his hand and stepped back.

While he pocketed his hands, he looked at her nonchalantly.

"It's okay if you don't want to be my lover."

Surprised, Sherry's expression changed once more." What'sthe catch? Let me be frank first: no killing, no illegal stuff and no sex." John grinned.

"Given your intellect, | would have to be either stupid or an idiot to make you kill or do something illegal.

Sherry was offended when he commented on her intellect.

Chapter 1168 Sherry took a deep breath as her eyes stared at him suspiciously. "What do you want me to do?". He took a deep breath.

Then, as though he could not think of anything better for her to do, he seemed to pluck a suggestion out of thin air. "Be my servant.

Serve me tea and whatnot.

Oh, and prepare my bath for me." "Do you have a death wish?"

Aservant that served him teaand prepared his bath?! John narrowed his eyes with a wider grin.

"Not enough? Then you can wash my feet as well." Sherry choked as her anger began to boil.

Before she could vent it, he said, "Sherry, you have two options here: you can either put on an apron and be my servant, or take offyour clothes and be my lover." The smile on his face slowly faded as he spoke , leaving only a look of grim indifference on his face.

Sherry shrank back in fear but she quickly recovered her composure.

She forced a smile on her face and said, “ Master Stockton, would you like some tea, or a bath, or would you likeme to wash your feet?”

John's lips curled up sardonically.

"There's no rush to do that.

You can rest for the night, and start serving me tomorrow when we go back to the Stockton Residence." Stockton Residence? Sherry's eyes widened inshock.

"NO! I don't want to go back there! | want to stay here!"

John kept his smile.

"This place is only reserved for my lover.

If you want to stay here, you will have to be my lover, not my servant." As soon ashis words subsided, Sherry picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

John stepped aside and dodged the pillow.

Glaring at him with bloodshot eyes, Sherry loudly enunciated each and every word, "You bastard! Just you wait! | will become the best servantthat you could ever ask for!" John smiled.

"| will be looking forward to it." He turned around and left.

Sherry grabbed the other pillow with the intention of hurling it at his head but it exposed her secret phone. Nervously, she put the pillow back and acted like nothing happened.

His disgusting request had rendered her speechless.

Forcing her to be a servant at the Stockton Residence was the biggest insult.

Not only did Madam Stockton never liked her, but there was also Shannon, his legal wife andthe sister that she had no blood relation to.

Both of them had always wanted to trample her into the ground. "That f*cking b*stard! F*ck!" Sherry was so upset that she did not sleep well that night. At dawn, she remembered that Sylvia had mentioned that Odell's men were looking for her, soshe texted her right away.

"Sylvia! That b*stard came back last night and made me his servant! | will have to serve him at Stockton Residence starting today!That b*stard really enjoys toying with me! Don't worry, I'll keep you posted!" It was five o'clock in the morning.

Sylvia must still be sleeping as there was no immediate reply.

The sun was rising from the horizon.

In order to keep the phone a secret, Sherry had to turn it off and keep it in the pocket of her jacket. Awhile later, the maid came knocking and called her for breakfast.

Her leg had yet to fully recover so she got out of bed and slowly limped outside.

It took her ten minutes to walk the distance of ten seconds.

Wearing white shirt and black pants, John was sitting in the living room with a cup oftea.

He looked at Sherry when she came down.

His tea had gotten cold by the time Sherry finally made it down to the living room.

Sherry smiled and narrowed her eyes into slits.

"Good morning, Master Stockton." The sudden fake smile left John speechless for a moment. His lips curved as he said, "Morning." Sherry maintained her bright but fake smile.

"Would you like me to refill your tea?" John smiled.

"No thanks.

After we go back, the other maids will train you first before you are worthy to serve me."

Sherry wasalready thinking about putting bitter medicine in his tea.

Chapter 1169 Back at the Carter Residence, Sylvia was asleep when she was woken up by a phone ringtone. It was coming from Odell's phone. Odell reached out to his phone and patted her head, signaling her to go back to sleep. He took his phone and went out to the balcony.

Sylvia shut her eyes and went back to sleep, but she opened her eyes when Odell came back in after the call.

He walked to her and looked at her, as if he wanted to tell her something. She asked, “What happened? Did something happen?” “They found out where Sherry is.” Sylvia sat herself up. “What about Sherry? Were they able to get her out?” “They were one step too late. The house is already empty, leaving only a maid who had been assigned to look after her while she was there.” A short pause later, he continued, “John might have taken her away again.”

Sylvia frowned. She reached out to her phone to contact Sherry.

It was then she saw Sherry‘s message from two hours ago.

Her expression shifted. She looked at Odell as the anger left her speechless. “She was taken back to Stockton Residence again. John is forcing her to become his servant.”

Odell, “...” After two hours of traveling across the entire city, the car finally returned to Stockton Residence.

It was the same gate, the same security guard, and the same scenery. Sherry was returning with a different identity, but the place still annoyed her terribly. She was in the car with the bodyguards, while John was in the expensive car ahead of them.

John's car stopped in front of the gate.

As soon as the gate opened up, the butler, Madam Stockton, Julie, and the new Mrs. Stockton, Shannon, came out and welcomed him back with the brightest smiles.

Sherry could not hear what they were talking about since she was in the other car. She noticed the smiles on their faces, the brightest one belonging to Shannon. Shannon excitedly jumped into John’s arms the moment she was close enough. Due to the brightness of the day, Sherry clearly noticed the looks of disgust on Madam Stockton and Julie‘s faces as Shannon showed affection towards John. Probably due to embarrassment, John patted Shannon on the shoulder and subtly pushed her away.

Madam Stockton and Julie quickly recovered their composure. Sherry pulled out a piece of cucumber that she had snuck from breakfast and enjoyed the show while munching on it. The bodyguards were rendered speechless by her action. The conversation between the ladies and John lasted for a while.

John's car was driven away by the chauffeur which made space for the car that Sherry was in to stop in front of the gate. Sherry continued to munch on her cucumber.

“Ms. Fowler, you may go out now,” the chauffeur said. “| don't think it's appropriate for me to go out now,” she said.

The chauffeur remained quiet. It was then that the door opened. Before she could react, John, Madam Stockton, Julie and Shannon looked at her.

Chapter 1170 There was a wicked smile on John’s face, while the other ladies were shocked by Sherry‘s appearance. A look of shock and disbelief was all over their faces. Sherry was also startled and the piece of cucumber fell out of her hand. She quickly recovered her composure and put her hand up. “Hi, we meet again.” The ladies stared at her coldly.

Sherry said, “I didn‘t want to come back here. John was the one who made me do it.”

The ladies looked at John. Madam Stockton frowned and asked unhappily, “John, why did you bring her back?” Shannon was his legal wife, yet he had brought Sherry home. What would people say about him if this matter got out?

Shannon immediately clung onto his arm and looked at him with teary eyes. “John, why did you bring Sherry back? Was she by your side during the whole month that you were away on your business trip?”

Both Madam Stockton and Julie‘s expressions changed upon hearing what Shannon had said. Sherry was also shocked to learn that John has been away on a business trip for a month.

She immediately said, “No. No. I've been somewhere else in the past month, nothing happened between us. Don't take this wrongly.”

Shannon glared at her. Madam Stockton looked at her coldly before she asked John, “John, what is going on between you and her?”

John grinned at Sherry. “From today onwards, she'll be a servant of the house.” Shannon‘s expression changed. Both Madam Stockton and Julie were shocked as well. « John then looked at the butler. “Uncle Marlow, train her for two days, then you may start

assigning tasks to her.” Marlow, the butler, nodded immediately. “Yes, sir.” John left without giving any further explanation. Shannon glared at Sherry one last time before she went chasing after John. Madam Stockton glared coldly at Sherry before turning away to leave. However, Julie was not in a hurry to leave. She smiled and said, “Ms. Fowler, | didn't expect to see you again so soon. | thought we wouldn't be seeing each other anymore.” Sherry smiled. “That makes two of us.” Julie had made it sound as if Sherry wanted to be back.

Julie‘s expression froze. “Oh, please don't misunderstand this. | didn‘t mean anything else. Ms. Fowler.”

“Me too,” Sherry answered.

Julie‘s expression froze again. She then said to Marlow, “Uncle Marlow, take Ms. Fowler inside. She might be a servant here but she’s still Shannon‘s sister so please treat her with courtesy.”

“| understand,” Marlow said with a smile, Julie glanced at Sherry before she went back inside. Marlow then said to Sherry, “Ms. Fowler, this way please.”

Although Marlow kept a smile on his face as he spoke to Sherry, the respect he had shown when he spoke to Julie was absent, leaving only coldness in his tone of voice. Sherry was not bothered. After all, she had only come here to be a servant. She got out of the car, but she could not walk fast. Even Madam Stockton walked faster than her.

Marlow, who was almost in his sixties, paused after a few steps and turned around. Sherry said, “I'm sorry. | fell down a while ago and my leg is still recovering.” Marlow did not make any comment. He quickly ordered a cart around. Sherry got into the cart with him and headed towards the north-west direction of the estate via a smaller path.