Sarah was dragged to one of Calix's properties in the city. The bodyguards placed the unconscious woman on the bed before chaining her ankles.
None of them questioned what their boss wanted to do. They simply knew that this drunk woman was involved in their new madam's accident.
When Sarah was still deep in sleep, Calix and Leslie shared some conversation inside the room. He was excited to witness the moment of horror she planned to strike toward Sarah.
"Leslie, should I open a haunted house? You can work there ah. As one of the ghosts. I'm sure people will flock there."
Leslie rolled her eyes, understanding full well that Calix was having too much fun in this matter.
"Step outside. I want to wake her soon," Leslie glanced at the pail of cold water standing next to the bed, "I wanna get this done with quickly. We still need to dump her where she came from."
Calix guffawed, amused by how deadpan Leslie looked at him just now.
