Chapter 436 Prison Food
Chapter 436 Prison Food
<b>It </b><b>was </b>obvious Lewis <b>was </b>being <b>warned</b>–if he didn’t <b>eat </b>the <b>meal</b>, things <b>were </b><b>going </b><b>to </b><b>get </b>a lot <b>worse </b><b>for </b>him.
Simple as <b>that</b>: Eat <b>it</b>, or <b><i>else</i></b>.
Lewis <b>heard </b>the <b>message </b>loud and <b>clear</b>.
<b>Tessa </b>ducked her <b>head </b><b>even </b><b>lower</b>, trying to <b>disappear </b>into <b>her </b><b>seat</b>. She forced herself to keep eating.
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She hadn’t been hungry anymore<b>, </b>but after Victor’s warning to Lewis<b>, </b>she knew—if <b><i>she </i></b>didn’t finish <b>her </b>food, she’d be <b>next</b>.
And to make things <b>worse</b>, Victor’s men were calling her <b>“</b><b>sis</b>–in–<bw</b>” now. That <b>just </b>made her want to <b>cry</b>.
Lewis made his <b>way </b>to the kitchen.
One look at the pot of sticky<b>, </b>globby mess<b>, </b>and he <b>was </b>at aplete loss. Just looking at it made his stomach turn.
<i>What </i><b><i>kind </i></b><b>of </b>twisted <b><i>talent </i></b><b><i>does </i></b>it <b><i>take </i></b>to <b><i>ruin </i></b><b><i>food </i></b><b><i>like </i></b>this?
And the worst part–Tessa <b>was </b><b><i>actually </i></b><b><i>eating </i></b>it?
<b>Tessa </b>nced at Victor. “I don’t think there’s enough… maybe don’t make him eat it.”
She <b>was </b>just trying to <b>save </b>the situation.
Victor obviously wasn’t going to eat it. But if Lewis did, he’d definitely blow the whole thing.
Someone without <b><i>extremely </i></b>strong guts was bound to throw up on the spot.
In the kitchen, Lewis nearly lost it when he heard that.
<i>Seriously</i><i>? </i><i>She </i><b><i>just </i></b><b><i>said </i></b><i>there’s </i>not <i>enough </i><i>of </i><i>this </i><i>garbage</i><b><i>? </i></b>
<i>What</i>, <b><i>did </i></b><i>she </i><i>grow </i>up <i>in </i>a <i>famine</i><i>? </i><i>Did </i><i>the </i><b><i>boss </i></b><b><i>rescue </i></b><i>her </i>from <i>a </i><i>refugee </i><b><i>camp </i></b>or <i>something</i><i>? </i>
Victor nced at her, then slid his own bowl toward her. “You want this?”
Lewis broke into <b>a </b>cold sweat. He silently served himself a bowl–but didn’t dare bring it out to the table. He stayed in the kitchen.
He braced himself, then took a bite.
It was salty to the point of being painful–and there was another strange vor he couldn’t even begin to describe. His face twisted in horror.
“Blegh-!”
From the kitchen came loud retching sounds.
Tessa froze, her already pale <b>face </b>goingpletely stiff.
<b><i>Was </i></b><i>it </i><i>really</i><i>… </i><i>that </i><b><i>bad</i></b><b><i>? </i></b>
In the kitchen, Lewis was trying everything he could not to throw up, but he couldn’t hold it back. He copsed over the trash can and emptied his stomach.
“Blegh- what the hell <b><i>is </i></b>this crap? -blegh-!”
The two of them exchanged a nce, then quietly turned away. Normally they’d go help Lewis.
But not today.
They were starting to realize–they had terrible timing.
Back when their <b>boss </b>didn’t have a woman, they could storm in and out whenever they wanted.
<b>1:25 </b>PM
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Chapter 436 Prison Food
But now? They had to think <b>twice</b><b>. </b><b><i>Always </i></b><b><i>think </i></b>twice.
What a headache…
Tessa felt <b>her </b>whole heart jump into her throat.
She nced nervously at <b>Victor</b>. Then at her own bowl. Then at the one he <b>had </b>pushed toward her<b>–</b><bpletely </b>untouched.
From the kitchen, Lewis <b>was </b>still gagging. Still<i>, </i>Over <b>just </b>one bite.
She swallowed hard, gently <b>set </b>down her fork, and looked up at Victor with teary <b>eyes</b>.
“I’m full<b>… </b>can I go upstairs?”
Victor looked at her<b>, </b>eyes narrowing slightly.
<b>Tessa </b>sniffled. Her eyes were red, clearly scared again.
Victor narrowed his gaze. <i>So </i><i>timid</i>. <i>What </i><b><i>am </i></b><b><i>I </i></b><b><i>supposed </i></b><i>to </i><b><i>do </i></b><i>with </i><b><i>someone </i></b><i>this </i><b><i>soft</i></b>?
He hadn’t even done anything—and she already looked like she was about to faint?
Was this really one of Ste’s friends? <i>This </i><b><i>soft</i></b>?
She sniffled again and asked a second time, barely above a whisper. “C–Can I?”
Thankfully, Victor didn’t press the issue. He gave a short nod. “Go.”
The moment he said it, Tessa practically bolted to her feet and rushed upstairs like she’d been pardoned by the president himself.
As soon as she reached her room and shut the door, she instinctively locked it.
Then she immediately called Ste.
Back at Seats Cove, Ste saw the call from Tessa and felt a pang <b>of </b>sympathy.
It had only been a couple of days, but by now, she knew–if Tessa was calling, it meant she’d just gotten scared to death by
Victor.
She picked up the call. “Calm down, I’ll be back tonight. There shouldn’t be any more dys.”
Abraham had already told people to start packing.
“Ste…” Tessa choked up. “Sob…”
Ste gently coaxed her. “I know, I know. You’re scared. When I get back, I’ll bring you to me, and from now on, wherever I go, you’ll go too, okay?”
She paused, thinking it over again.
Yeah, it was a mistake to leave Tessa with Victor in the first ce.
Back when she had seen Abraham kill someone…