<h4>Chapter 189: Chapter 189: Edward Stephens, I was bullied</h4>


    In her extreme fear, he attached another electrode to her other temple.


    Then, a cold kissnded on her brow.


    "Do you know about treating homosexuality and inte addiction?" he said softly, his dark eyes like ck voids, eerily reflecting inorganic light. Ian Linton said, "I’ve already had someone test it on you. You won’t be hurt, only a bit painful."


    "That device can detect your emotional fluctuations. Once your emotions surge, it releases a ten milliamp current until you see him, and you won’t dare to feel for him again."


    The screen lit up again; it was a photo of Edward Stephens. Somewhere a speaker sounded, "Daisy Ginger." That familiar voice softly called her name.


    Daisy Ginger’s heart skipped slightly, then an unbearable pain drilled from her temple into her brain. She screamed "Ah!" sharply, her mind went nk, and her limbs convulsed uncontrobly.


    When she came to, she didn’t know how much time had passed; only Ian Linton stood there, staring deeply at her miserable state with downcast eyes.


    Saliva, tears, sweat, mixed together; like a lunatic who lost control of her body, she struggled and twisted on the bed, her dignity shredded into pieces.


    Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes, her gaze sharp, meeting Ian Linton’s eyes.


    Her eyes held anger and hatred, like a murderous intent sharp enough to y someone alive.


    Despite being so pitiful, she still seemed dazzling and radiant like a diamond.


    Ian Linton stared at her steadily for a long time before taking a deep breath and said to Daisy Ginger, "I’ll check on you again in an hour."


    After speaking, he walked away firmly, without looking back, leaving the entire dark space to Daisy Ginger.


    The room door closed, the room quieted down, and Edward Stephens’ voice gently resounded in the speakers, calling her name: "Daisy Ginger."


    "Ahhhhhhhhhhh——"


    So painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, so painful, pain so overwhelming that the whole person is left with only the feeling of "pain", pain so much that just to escape this agony, anything can be promised... But, how could it be possible that the pain would stop her feelings for him?


    How could it be possible that the pain would stop her love for him?


    She copsed on the bed, peering through her sweat-drenched long hair, at the photo on the screen.


    Not far away, Edward Stephens was standing there, looking at her with a faint smile.


    The current started again, stimting her brain, her mind nk, trembling uncontrobly, like asking for help, like that fleeting phantom, she slowly raised her hand...


    Edward Stephens, I’m being bullied, when will youe for me?


    *


    In the darkness, the man suddenly opened his eyes.


    An onset of palpitations emerged from his heart and surged upward. He took a deep breath and looked at the buzzing phone on the bedside. As soon as his gaze touched the caller disy, he immediately sat up and reached out to get the phone.


    "Mr. Edward, we investigated and found Ian Linton once forged a false identity, bought an ind 800 kilometers away from Goldsand Beach in Banyan City. We’ve contacted a private satellite to scan the ind and found a vi on it."


    "We suspect..."


    Edward Stephens threw off the covers and got out of bed, his voice was calm and cold: "Prepare the yacht, I’ming over immediately."