Chapter 316 Crisis
Rocky knew that Meryl had served three years of wrongful imprisonment because of that incident. He wasn’t stupid. With some thought, he understood what Meryl wanted from him this time.
Meryl sneered. She had only known Rocky to be a gambler but hadn’t realized he could stoop so low, wanting to profit from both sides.
Three years ago, he had sent her to prison for money, and three years later, he wanted to betray Lydia for the same reason.
“How about it? This deal is a win-win for you. Transfer twenty million dollars to me, and I’ll give you the video right away,” Rocky said, patting Meryl’s cheek.
It all sounded perfectly reasonable, but Meryl wasn’t swayed at all. She thought, “How could I make a deal with someone like Rocky?”
She hadn’t forgotten that Lydia’s scheme had succeeded back then because of Rocky’s crucial involvement. They were accomplices, and both deserved to be punished.
Rocky mentioned the video to entice her into making a deal with him, hoping to conveniently shift all the blame onto Lydia and escape punishment himself. If Meryl agreed, it would be equivalent to letting Rocky off the hook.
Meryl hadn’t expected him to have read so little but think so quickly. She said coldly, “There’s no way you’re getting any money from me!”
Seeing her outright refusal, Rocky’s face darkened instantly. “Meryl, you really want to do this the hard way, don’t you? If you don’t give me the money, I can only do this deal with Lydia.”
As he suddenly began to take off his floral shirt, Meryl’s face turned pale. “What are you doing?”
Rocky said, “It’s been years since I last saw you, and you’ve only grown more beautiful. I’m really drawn to you, and I hope we can enjoy this moment together.”
He yanked off his shirt in a flash, his eyes narrowing lustfully as he looked at Meryl. “Lydia said that if I film an intimate video of us together and destroy your reputation, she’ll pay me a handsome sum.
“I watched you grow up. Out of some sense of family, I originally wanted to strike a deal with you, spare you some dignity. But since you’re refusing, I guess Lydia’s going to be the one paying up. Don’t blame me. Once I get the cash, I’ll skip town, and Chandler won’t be able to touch me.”
Rocky leaned over and kissed Meryl eagerly.
When Meryl was born, Rocky had already been ten. All these years, he’d thought of her as nothing more than a little sister, and the idea of seeing her in any other light had never even crossed his mind.
But ten years had passed since they last met, and the Meryl standing before him now was no longer the shy, innocent girl she once was.
Especially over the past couple of years, there was a new grace in how she carried herself—a maturity that hadn’t existed before.
The moment Rocky laid eyes on her today, something within him shifted, an unsettling attraction stirring. Now, finally, he had found a convenient excuse.
Rocky gazed at Meryl like a starving wolf eyeing delicious prey. His stare was piercing and unapologetic.
Meryl’s face paled as she instinctively tried to fight back, lifting her knee to strike his penis. But Rocky was ready for it.
He seized her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand while his other hand gripped her waist. “Come on, sweetheart. It’ll be much more fun if you play along, don’t you think?”
Rocky was a man, after all, and a thug at that. Fights and brawls were second nature to him, and soon enough, Meryl found herself losing the upper hand.
She turned her head toward the door, shouting desperately, “John, what are you doing? Hurry up and help me!”
Just moments ago, John had been hiding in the shadows, recording everything. But now, when it mattered most, he had disappeared.