My boyfriend sold me to the mafia Chapter 4

Derek Walsh examined the photo carefully and nearly collapsed, frantically shaking his head no.

Seeing he was still lying, my father immediately had Linda restrained.

"Derek Walsh, I'm being too nice to you, aren't I? Considering you've served under me faithfully before, I gave you this territory. Is this how you repay me?"

"Mr... Mr. Davis, who is this girl? I really haven't seen her! I swear to God!"

My father snapped his fingers. Several men began slapping Linda's face back and forth.

"Father, save me!"

Linda cried out. Soon a large welt formed on her face.

"Father! Father! I'm going to be disfigured! I still need to marry Marcus! Just tell him who this girl is!"

Hearing the name Marcus, my father immediately frowned at Linda.

"What did you say? Marcus? Is his name Marcus Chen? He's your fiancé?"

Linda stammered, "Ah, yes..."

"Keep hitting her!"

At my father's command, Linda was beaten even harder.

"Let me tell you, the girl in the photo is my daughter! She's somewhere in this place right now. You must have hidden her. Release her now and I'll barely spare your and your daughter's lives!"

Derek Walsh stood frozen as if struck by lightning.

"Ah... Mr. Davis, she's your precious daughter? Why didn't you say such an important thing earlier? We really haven't seen her!"

"Oh really? String her up. Let's see if you'll talk!"

Linda struggled in terror. "Father? You're just going to watch your daughter get bullied? Didn't you say before that you're the boss now and no one can bully me?"

"Father! Do you have an illegitimate son outside? Why are you afraid of him? You have hundreds of men under you now. Worst case, fight him!"

"Father!"

Derek Walsh's face grew darker and darker. He kicked Linda. "Can you shut up? Our few hundred men are nothing compared to the Davis family! Be quiet!"

"Hehe, Mr. Davis, my daughter is young and ignorant. Don't believe what she says! We really haven't seen your daughter! But I can help you look for her!"

My father crossed his legs. "Search every inch of this factory. Turn it upside down if you have to, but find my daughter!"

My father's men began a carpet search, but the basement door was too well hidden. After three rounds, they still hadn't found it.

Derek Walsh said, "You see, I really wasn't lying to you..."

My father's eyes darted around as he ordered, "Dig some holes in the ground around the factory. See if there's anything underneath!"

As soon as my father spoke, Derek Walsh panicked.

"What? Mr... Mr. Davis, there's really nothing here, and we just finished renovating. If you dig holes now, won't all our hard work be wasted?"

My father patted Derek Walsh on the shoulder, then suddenly gripped it hard on the last pat, his eyes sharp. "Don't worry. If I don't find my daughter, I'll naturally compensate you!"

A few drill bits went down and his men indeed discovered an underground cavity.

"Mr. Davis! Come quick, there are traces of the wall being chiseled here!"

My father stood up and rushed over, while simultaneously giving Derek Walsh a murderous look. "You still won't tell the truth? Now hang Linda over a fire. Let's see if you'll talk!"