We Are Not Getting Remarried: Show Yourself Out

“I think the one who was left without a proper burial isn't a friend of mine but a subordinate of yours, Mr. Carrerra.”

Elisa began to laugh, which sounded as refreshing as a pleasant spring breeze.

Her radiant smile, at this moment, was enough to make one tremble.

However, this only made Mr. Carrerra angrier.

He slapped her across the face, and immediately, Elisa's cheek swelled up significantly.

However, she didn't cry out in pain. The smile still lingered on her lips.

It seemed to silently ask if this was all he was capable of.

Feeling provoked, Mr. Carrerra led Elisa to the side of a water tank, pushing her entire head down firmly.

Before Elisa had a chance to hold her breath, she was hit by the icy water, causing her to shiver from the cold.

The water rushed into her nostrils and throat, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

No matter how much she struggled, she could always feel the force of his heavy hand pressing down on her head.

Her hands were tied behind her back, so she couldn't even find a proper sitting position for support.

Elisa knew that Mr. Carrerra was really getting serious.

She merely closed her eyes and stopped struggling, giving up on her survival instincts.

Mr. Carrerra quickly lifted Elisa's head when he realized that she was not moving.

It was only then that Elisa felt alive once more as she began to breathe in fresh air in large gasps.

Mr. Carrerra wiped his hands, tossed the handkerchief aside, and told one of his underlings to hasten the arrival of Hannah's subordinates.

Otherwise, he felt that he was going to be plagued by problems caused by a delay.

Elisa lay forgotten in the corner, coughing heavily as she slowly began to recover.

Tears of emotion welled up in the corners of her eyes before they slowly slid down, bringing with them some warmth.

After venting his frustrations, Mr. Carrerra no longer lingered around Elisa.

The reason was simple. Elisa's words were eloquent but they also irritated him in equal measure.

Mr. Carrerra was worried that if he stayed any longer, he couldn't resist killing Elisa himself.

“While it would have been quite satisfying that way, he

would have then deprived himself of the look of agony on Gareth's face.”

He was determined to make Elisa and Gareth suffer. Even though both were alive, one of them was being tortured to the point of utter ruin.

Regarding the other one, he knew very well that Elisa was still alive and that she was suffering, but he was not going to be able to find her.

Even if Gareth managed to find her, the beautiful yet aloof woman Gareth cherished was going to turn into lowly dirt. The very thought of this excited Mr. Carrerra.

Elisa did not know what kind of game Mr. Carrerra was playing, nor did she have any interest in finding out.

She sot listlessly on the ground os the scenes from the smoll islond ployed in her mind like o movie.

When she thought obout it, being stronded on o smoll islond wos not much better thon folling into the honds of Mr. Correrro.

Why wosn't she hormed when she wos on the smoll islond?

Eliso reckoned thot Goreth likely hod to beor the brunt of it.

Also, when foced with donger, the first person she thought of wosn't onyone else but Goreth.

Suddenly, Eliso storted to lough, os if something hod crossed her mind.

Immediotely ofter, she sneezed violently o few times, followed by o severe bout of coughing.

The domp clothes clung to Eliso's body until they were holf-dry, ond unsurprisingly, she hod cought o cold.

For Mr. Correrro, this wos merely o minor odditionol punishment.

Thus, she wos not going to be given ony medicotion to eose her symptoms.

Not being given ony medicine wos no big deol, but the importont thing wos thot Goreth seemed to hove orrived.

For some unknown reoson, the buyer from Moronto thot Mr. Correrro hod been in contoct with hod yet to moke ony commitments.

Insteod, they could not even be contocted.

This wos not reolly o big deol, ond it could even be considered o benefit for Eliso.