Ivan sighed at the sight of Sharmaine nearly tripping down on the floor. Good thing he was able to grab her.
"I'll help you," he said, wrapping her one arm over his neck and bracing her body using the other. They both headed to the black door to get her confrontation—her answers. The door creaked as they slowly open it. Shaine was on the bed, in a deep slumber.
"I can't believe she could sleep so soundly like that," Sharmaine said, gazing through the minimal scratches she had all over her bare skin. Ivan supported Sharmaine's body to sit at the nearest chair they could find in the room. She did not want to be close to a woman who had psychological tendencies.
Her body moved, opening her eyes to see the bright room and the people a few meters beside her. Her expression grew menace, and suddenly the gentle morning face disappeared.
"W-Where am I?" She cautiously looked at her surroundings.
"Um, Shaine . . ."
Shaine's eyes fixed to Sharmaine's. She instantly knew what was going on. "You kidnapped me didn't you? Y-You're smart for a little b*tch."
"I got more scars from you and even a deep wound from your unfair knife attack, so tell me, you have the right to get angry now?"
She laughed hysterically. "Little smart ass. I didn't even know that you had a connection to the face of the black business. I should have been more careful."
"Say what you want."
Ivan gazed over the two girls before slowly approaching Shaine, whose face showed fright. "What are you doing? Stay back!" she shouted.
He gripped her two hands and wrapped it using his necktie. "What are you doing? Let me go!" She desperately used her strength to break away but it was useless—pathetic.
Her eyes were filled with danger. "What do you want?"
Sharmaine smiled—not a happy smile, but an 'I finally caught you' smile. "Tell me, what do you know about the Suarez Clothing bankruptcy."
"I have nothing to tell you about that!" she felt pain on her scalp.
Sharmaine sighed. She knew this was going to happen if no brutal force was used—she didn't either want to use her hands for bloodshed. "Where's your kitchen?"
Ivan was caught off-guard. "Kitchen? Why?"
"Just tell me."
"Just reminding you that this is my pro—" He didn't even have time to finish his sentence because Sharmaine cut him off.
"Just tell me already!"
"Geez, you'll see it right away when you go out of this door. Why do you want to know?"
She smiled and left the room, returning a little later with a tiny surprise on the palm of her hand. A small stainless-steel paring knife.
"Now then, would you mind?" She giggled like a child holding a toy.
Both Shaine and Ivan's eyes widened as the atmosphere suddenly changed inside the room. Sharmaine suddenly became more dominant by just holding a single knife. She took small strides towards Shaine and laid the knife up against her skin.
"Now tell me, what did you do and what is your role in the Suarez Corp. bankruptcy?"