Anna blinked repeatedly, snapping out of her thoughts. She had been imagining things the whole time. She immediately turned, and as expected, Bethel was right behind her. Before Bethel could try again, she grabbed her by the hair, dragging her closer to the edge in a way that would make Bethel fall down if she let go of her. "You wanted to push me, right? How about I let go of your hair so you can take a trip down? You really think it would be so easy to get me down? You underestimated me." Bethel trembled in fear; Anna was only holding onto her hair, If she mistakenly let go of her hair, she's gone.
"Please, I'm in pain. I wasn't trying to push you. I was only trying to—I was trying to…" Bethel stuttered, not finding the right words to use. "Oh, so you can be this scared yet you wanted to push me down? I'm only letting you go today for one reason, but trust me, the next time you try something like this, I swear I will kill you without a second thought!" Bethel was on the verge of losing it. Those words didn't sound like a mere threat; she was wrong to have underestimated Anna.
"I swear I won't do it ever again, just don't let go of my hair. I don't want to die." Anna scoffed. "Really? You don't want to die, yet you want to kill someone else? I'm not like you; I will let you leave." Anna dragged her out, pushing her roughly to the floor. "Thank you," Bethel shamelessly muttered. Anna letting her go was still a shock to her; if she were in that position, she would have gladly pushed Anna down and faced whatever might come of it. "You still here, or do you want me to push you down for real?" Bethel hurriedly picked up her bag from the floor and rushed out. "Next time, ask questions before you show your ugly face to me," Anna smiled victoriously.
Bethel, who was rushing out, bumped into Adams, who was just coming out of his car. His men had told him about Bethel's visit, and he was here to make sure she didn't try anything stupid. But from the looks of things, Bethel hadn't succeeded; her hair was scattered all over her face in a manner that even a fool could tell she had just survived a high-tension situation. Indeed, Anna never disappoints.
"Adams... you are back?" she stuttered. "What are you doing here, and where's my wife?" Adams questioned angrily. "I... she's... I came to visit her. She's on the rooftop," Bethel pointed at Anna, who was looking from the rooftop. "Answer my questions! What are you doing here? I don't remember inviting you over. Your brother left my office a few minutes ago after embarrassing himself, and I think you've also come here to do what he came for. Aren't you scared something will happen to you? You just dressed up and came to embarrass my wife; you think I can't do anything to you?" Bethel moved back in fear.
"I'm sorry, Adams. I only came to have a few words with her. I'm going now!" She tried running, but Adams grabbed her hands, holding her back. "Now you are in a hurry to leave! What if I say you can't leave until you tell me what you came to discuss with my wife?" Bethel's heart raced. How was she supposed to tell him she came to tell his wife to abort his baby for a million dollars? Getting out of this mess wouldn't be easy. "Guards!" Adams called, and almost immediately, three of his guards stepped forward. "Lock her up in the side room until she's ready to say why she came. Let me see if her mom or noisy brother can save her from my hands!" Bethel began shivering. Adams wasn't joking; she knew him to be someone who would do as he pleases. If she really wanted to leave, she had to tell him what he wanted to hear, even though he would get mad after learning what she came for, but she had to do this to save herself.
"Wait! I will talk." Adams waved his men off. "Good girl, now start talking; don't waste my time!" Adams gradually released her hands. "I actually came to threaten her, but upon reaching here, I realized she wasn't someone who gets easily intimidated, so I changed my approach to convincing her. I convinced her to abort the baby in exchange for a million dollars, but she claimed she is not here for the money. She turned down my offer, stood up, and went to the edge of the rooftop. Then I felt it was a perfect opportunity to get rid of her, so I tried pushing her down, but she was alert and grabbed my hands, keeping me at the edge of the rooftop. She only let go of me after I pleaded with her. She..." Her last statement was interrupted by a slap on her left eye, sending her to the floor. Her eyes spun as she began seeing tiny stars; darkness followed immediately. She placed her right hand on her eye in pain. "You tried pushing her off? How dare you? What were you thinking? How cruel can you be, Bethel? Do you know I can actually hand you over to the police and make you spend the remaining part of the year behind bars? And not even your mother or our father can do a thing about it!" Adams flared up.
"I'm sorry, Adams. I promise I will never try such shit again. I'm only doing what my mom asked me to do; please have mercy on me," she pleaded. "I will let you go on one condition, and you must promise me you will never repeat such an act. You should know the next time won't be this funny, right?" Adams chuckled. "I will do anything, just don't send me to the police; I don't want to go to jail," she pleaded. "You are willing to do anything I want?" "Yes, anything, just don't turn me in." Adams' lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Wait for it, Arnold! Your own sister is coming right at you!" He smirked.