Facing Boyd's lecherous eyes, Yetta Astir felt so nauseated that she wanted to vomit, but she was tied up so tightly that she couldn't move at all.
"I know my dad, he can be persuaded with soft tactics but never with hard ones. Don't think you can use me to threaten him, your scheme won't succeed!" Yetta Astir said with shame and anger, resolving in her heart that she would rather die than let Boyd and the others touch her body.
"Heh, is that so? I'll give Secretary Astir another half hour. If he doesn't get wise, then I'm afraid I'll have to let my brothers take turns taking care of you," Boyd said, glancing at the time and lighting a cigarette.
Basil Jaak had already made it to the second floor and could even clearly hear the conversation between Yetta Astir and Boyd. However, his position was on the opposite side of the corridor, while Yetta Astir was in the room across from him.
