His Affair, My Glue, Their Screams at 2 AM novel Chapter 7

Midnight, in the guest room.

Lisa stood by the bed, her voice kept very low.

"Mark, I can't take it anymore, I quit! Give me a hundred thousand dollars, transfer it to my personal account now!"

Mark frowned. "Are you crazy? Why would I give you so much money?"

Lisa laughed coldly. "The doctor says my rectal nerve damage is irreversible."

She suddenly pulled down her pants, exposing her wound.

Under the light, her wound was festering and oozing pus.

The sight was horrifying.

"If it keeps getting worse, I might need a colostomy bag! I'm asking for a hundred thousand—is that too much?"

Her voice grew louder, her emotions nearly out of control.

"Or would you rather your wife find out about us?"

Mark stared at Lisa intently, his voice seething:

"You... you dare threaten me?"

Lisa didn't back down.

"This isn't a threat, it's a transaction. You give me money, I walk away, everyone's happy. Otherwise..."

She didn't finish, but her meaning couldn't be clearer.

The room fell into dead silence.

Mark's fist clenched and unclenched.

Finally, he gave in.

"Fine, I can give you the money. But a hundred thousand isn't small change. All my money is with Caroline. I need time to move it around."

He tried to stall, his tone somewhat pleading.

"You leave first, I'll definitely transfer the money to you in a few days."

Lisa laughed coldly, clearly not believing his lies.

She pulled out a pre-prepared IOU from her bag and tossed it at Mark:

"Words are worthless. Sign this IOU first."

Mark looked down at the IOU, his expression growing darker:

"What? One percent interest per day for late payment? This isn't even high-interest lending anymore, it's robbery!"

"Then I'll go tell your wife about our affair right now..."

"I'll sign!"

Mark's voice was practically squeezed from his throat.

Watching his hand trembling as he signed his name to the IOU.

I smirked.

Want money?

Dream on!

I turned and went back to the bedroom, quickly dividing the money in my account into several parts.

Even at midnight, I could hear his suppressed groans from the bathroom.

I went into the bathroom and took out the capsaicin I had prepared early and injected it into his ointment.

It's time for him to reap what he sows!

I put the ointment back in place, returning to bed in a cheerful mood, quietly waiting for the show to begin.

Not long after, Mark woke up.

He dragged his heavy steps into the bathroom, as usual removing his pants to treat the wound.

His wound had started to fester.

The edges even had some blackened necrotic tissue.

He bit down, using cotton swabs dipped in medication to clean the wound, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Tsk tsk tsk...

How did it get so severe?

I couldn't help marveling at how much Mark could endure!

He'd toughed it out these few days, quite the strong man indeed.

Mark took out the ointment, squeezed out a large blob, and applied it to the wound.

Then the next second, his body suddenly froze.

"AHHHHHHH!!!"

He let out a heart-rending scream.