Fierce Eagle subtly nodded, speaking steadily, "Tara Summer, twenty years old, graduated from the University of Washington School of Medicine, the Third Miss of the Summer Clan real estate-- is that you?"
Tara Summer frowned upon hearing this, neither acknowledging nor denying it. She thought to herself annoyedly, 'Is this man crazy? Why is he investigating me!?'
"Miss Summer?" Fierce Eagle voiced a reminder, "Please come with me."
"Where to?" Tara Summer unconsciously took a step back, looking suspicious. She glanced at the security room at the hospital entrance, wondering why the hospital security did nothing while all roads had been blocked by these people.
"Please." Fierce Eagle made a gesture, which was very courteous. If it were in the past, he would have been rough, but now he needed to be patient. This was the only woman the young master had taken an interest in.
"You're insane!" Unable to hold back anymore, Tara Summer cursed under her breath and turned to leave. "I don't know you, why should I go with you?!"
However, as soon as she took a step, the bodyguards around her immediately blocked her path. Tara Summer looked at their menacing faces, knowing it unwise to provoke them, but still found it inexplicable - how had she offended them?
"Get out of my way! Or I'll call the police!" She took out her phone and actually dialed: 911.
Fierce Eagle frowned, his eyes hidden behind sunglasses revealed a hint of impatience. He raised his hand to Tara Summer and simply said, "Sorry to offend you," before hitting the back of her head with a palm.
Tara Summer blacked out before she had time to react, her thoughts before losing consciousness were:
'Damn! Is there no law and order left!?...'
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On the luxurious and extravagant vintage bed inlaid with gemstones, the snowy white and beautiful body of the young girl was enveloped in a red dress, looking as unreal as a porcelain doll.
Under the crystal chandelier, the girl's hands and feet were bound by golden chains, she was unconscious and motionless.
Tara Summer was unconscious for a long time. When she woke up rubbing her sore head, she found herself in a stranger's room. Her clothes had mysteriously disappeared; the provocative short sleep dress she was in now barely covered her body. Her face paled as she fully sobered up.
Suddenly sitting up, the crisp sound of metal collision startled her. She quickly looked down, her eyes growing wide at the sight of chains on her wrists and ankles; her heart sunk.
"S-h-i-t!" Who had changed her into these revealing clothes?! WHO!?
She tugged at the chains on her hand, but the harder she pulled, the tighter the golden chains seemed to wrap around her wrists, eventually hurting her to the point of grimacing.
Realizing that the chains were specially made, Tara stopped struggling. She pulled up her slipped shoulder strap, grabbed the black silk damask quilt beneath her to wrap herself securely, leaving only her head exposed, before taking stock of her surroundings.
She was in a luxurious bedroom, absurdly large - well over a thousand square feet if she had to guess. The entire left wall was covered in black curtains while the room was largely designed in black and white, accented with golden, dazzling details, and intricate carvings.
Everything— the fireplace, wine cabinet, crystal chandelier, and massive leather sofa— was exorbitantly expensive. Even the mural carved on the ceiling was a masterpiece!