Avery stared at the black walkie-talkie. The voice sounded grimly and creepy like it came from hell.

"What on earth are you going to show me?"

"Open the projector!" Mr. Howel smiled as he ordered.

They flipped open the switch of the projector and closed other lights in the room. Images started showing on the white screen. The light shined on Avery's face.

They were all scripts. The rectangular screen was divided into three shooting scripts. Every shooting was captured with an individual camera.

Every figure was present in one shooting. Avery saw Evan right away. He was studying in the castle. He was on the phone while pinching between his eyebrows.

He was still royal and rebellious, even if Avery didn't see him for days. The way he stood and the action he made was deadly attractive. Avery could fall for his charisma willingly.

Avery set her eyes on the second shooting. It was a woman in a black dress with loose hair. She was hung in the air with her hands chained. She had her head lowered so Avery couldn't see her face.

Soon, this woman slowly looked up as a response to some kind of sound. Avery didn't know she was deliberate or not when she had her face right at the camera. The camera zoomed in, and her face was clearer and clearer.

Avery held her chest and gasped.

It was Diana Summer!

Diana had a sharp jaw and a pale look. She was a gorgeous woman. But her lips were chapped, and her body was full of whipping marks.

She had huge black circles underneath her eyes. Her eyeballs thus became disproportionately big.

She was hung by the iron chain, and rested her head on her arm. She looked very weak. Avery looked at her waist, and there was something tied.

Someone came in with a syringe. They injected her with whatever was in it.

Avery looked up again. She seemed to be more lively.

But Avery couldn't watch more at her being tortured. She soon turned to the third shooting.

She was surprised and shocked to see Diana. But she was beyond words to see herself in the shooting.

She was sitting in the room. Why would she be on the screen?

She looked around. She was kept company by many bodyguards, maids and doctors, and sitting comfortably down on the couch.

But she seemed to sit on the messy ground of some sort of warehouse in the shot.

Many people looked like the world. But the chances were small to see another woman who had the same look and was pregnant.

Avery stared at her belly. It was tied to something too. She looked again, and it was a timing bomb.

There were three scripts. Two women were tied. Avery knew more or less what Mr. Howel was up to.

He was showing Avery how Evan would choose when "she" and Diana were in danger at the same time.

Considering her child, Mr. Howel found a replacement that looked like her, or just gave her a plastic surgery. She did look like her enough to make Evan believe so.

Avery gasped. She suddenly lost strength. Even if Evan told her he loved her more than once, Diana meant a lot to him.

Looking back, Evan spared no means to get her pregnant to save Diana when she was imprisoned by Mr. Howel.

It was said that Evan and Diana were childhood sweethearts. It didn't sound groundless.

Now Mr. Howel made Evan choose between her and Diana. It was quite the scheme.

"Miss Peters, I take it you know what I'm going to do?"

"Don't you think this trick is quite lame? If you already decide to make him marry Rebecca, you don't need to hurt innocent people. Besides, I'm not interested in the boring game at all."

Avery said as calmly as she could. Actually, she was interested in, and afraid innocent people would be collateral damage.

No matter whom Evan chose to save first, the other would get hurt.

"What are you afraid of? Are you worried Evan might choose Diana over you?"

"If I say yes, will you stop this boring game?"

"No."

Avery sneered as an answer. She couldn't take her eyes off the screen. Evan's look turned after he got a call. Avery could feel his aggressiveness and anger rushing off the screen.

In the castle.

Evan looked grimly, hearing the busy tone on the phone. His eyes were full of ice.

He dialed back the second the other party hung up. They turned the phone off.

Tinder rushed in and showed him the tablet. Diana was chained and hung in the air. Her dress was whipping marks.

"Sir..." Tinder looked at Evan rubbing his temple. His lips suddenly lost all the colors. This was the first time that Evan lost control of himself with twenty years of serving him.

The phone was about Avery. They told Evan to take money for Avery's life. She was kidnapped. But they also found Diana's whereabouts. They said the timing bomb on Diana's waist would explode if Evan didn't get there within one hour.

What were the chances of both in trouble?

It was like it was arranged.

Tinder watched Evan pacing around in the room. He thought Evan wouldn't hesitate to make choices. But he did.

"Get the money," Evan ordered.

The kidnapper asked for one billion. He had to send someone to get the money.

"Get two teams. Tinder, you lead one..."

"Okay."

Tinder arranged the teams right away. Evan stopped him.

"Call this number."

Tinder looked at the number. He froze for a bit. But he didn't dare to ask and called.

As time passed by, Avery was suffering, looking at the screen. She knew the woman on the screen was an imposter. She wished Evan would save Diana first. But she was afraid Evan really went for it, which proved how important she was to him.

It must be hard for Evan.

Avery closed her eyes with pain. She heard the doctor said her heartbeat was racing.

She heard horrible laughter from the walkie-talkie.

"What? The show just starts. You can't take it?"

"How will you stop this mad game?"

"Mad?" Mr. Howel said with a cool voice, "I like it. If the game is finished before it starts, it isn't mad. I don't stop in the middle of the game. Hahaha. If it can't be stopped, just enjoy it."