That night, the sky was pitch black.

In the corridor of the five-star hotel.

Victoria Talkington was stumbling forward.

What the hell, she had just had a glass of blueberry juice at the banquet.

Why did it feel like she had a high-proof cocktail, her head in the clouds, high and low, directionless, and unclear where she came from?

The naïve her had no idea that the so-called blueberry juice was a potent aphrodisiac.

And she couldn't predict that disaster was racing to meet her…

While Victoria was muddled, a fat arm suddenly reached out from behind and wrapped around her waist.

A hot breath carrying a smell of rot hit her ear: "Baby, you've been driving me crazy thinking of you."

Victoria turned to look, only to see a chubby man's big face close to her, his pouty lips coming in for a kiss.

This disgusting pig's face, Victoria had never seen one in her life, she almost vomited all over his face…

"Excuse me," although completely dizzy, Victoria still struggled to maintain her good manners.

A pig's head is still a head, and the current trend is to protect animals, she endeavored to break free from his oily arm: "Sir, I'm not your baby, and don't need you to miss me."

"Naughty girl," the man had just failed to kiss her, but still persistently pursed his lips,"Your parents have already sold you to me. Your performance tonight determines everything."

Parents? Sold her?

His words hit Victoria like a bolt of lightning, almost making her forget to struggle.

Tonight was her coming of age ceremony at eighteen.

Her adoptive father had held a grand banquet for her in the best hotel in this city, with all the dignitaries and celebrities gathered.

But who would have thought that beneath the bright magnificent surface, there's such a dirty deal.

Sold to him, she was being treated like livestock…

Is it because she will be going to study in Paris tomorrow, they want to extract any remaining value left from her?

Or because this man offered a huge amount of money, that would add another luxury car for her sister and more property for her adoptive mother?

Victoria's slow heart was also feeling a dull pain.

Twelve years have passed since she was six years old and adopted by the Talkington family. How much torment, bitterness, and humiliation has she suffered during that time?

Today, she could finally fly freely, but they wanted to break her wings…

Her adoptive father, Mr. Talkington, is a philanthropist in the city, with countless charity funds under his name!

The man's lecherous hands have begun moving, he was panting: "Baby, call me Mr. Weber, I'll make you my thirteenth mistress."

Mr. Talkington's youngest daughter, he'd seen her a hundred thousand times, but because the heir was protecting her, he, as an outsider, found it difficult to make a move.

Finally an opportunity came along, Mr. Talkington asked the Weber family for money, and he eagerly raised additional conditions.

He insisted that Mr. Talkington deliver Victoria to him personally, and Mr. Talkington agreed without hesitation, making Mr. Weber ecstatic.

Mr. Weber's shameless agitations left Victoria feeling both shocked and furious, driven by her emotions without a second thought, she slapped Mr. Weber and then kicked him in the stomach.

"Get lost! You're dreaming of having a mistress? Go roll back into your pigsty!"

Living in the Talkington's for over a decade, she must develop the ability to resist trash like him. Otherwise, she, Victoria, wouldn't have probably survived until she was eighteen.

Mr. Weber didn't get what he wanted, instead, he got two slaps in his face, and he was furious. He shouted: "You little bitch, it's your honor to have caught my eyes! Tonight, if you don't make me comfortable, I sw swear I'll make your family suffer!"

With that, he reached out his thick, stubby fingers towards Victoria's hair, trying to grab her.

Although Victoria felt dizzy, her instinct was still sharp. She dodged Mr. Weber's hand, turned, and ran.

As she ran, she was screaming. "Help! a beast is attacking a human——a beast is attacking a human——"

"You damned little wretch! Stand still!" Xiaowang was furious that Victoria would dare to run away, scream for help, and even call him a beast.

Victoria ran forward aimlessly without considering the direction, just wherever there was a way. She felt each step was as if she was stepping on cotton, light and unreal.

Her entire body was exceptionally hot to the point of breathing difficulty, making her want to tear apart her own dress.

However, her fear of the pighead wouldn't let her stop.

Suddenly, she crashed into a solid wall.

Victoria nearly fell due to instability, but fortunately, a powerful arm stretched out in time and brutally clutched her. Reflexively, Victoria grabbed onto what seemed to be a man's collar.

Without pausing to look, panting, Victoria begged for help, "Help, help... a domestic animal... is attacking me..."

The man squinted demonically and coldly cast a glance at the persistent Xiaowang. An icy voice came from above Victoria's head, "According to the law, live domestic animals are not allowed inside the second ring of the city."

Victoria looked up, and a dazzling image forced her pupils to constrict.

On this night of the coming of age ceremony, at a moment when humans are attacked by domestic animals, an elegant and heroic knight arrives...

...

Xiaowang stopped in his tracks.

Chasing after Victoria had been quite taxing, and he was now panting heavily like an overheated pig.

He gazed at the man who had arrived —

The man was tall, handsome, and exuded an extraordinary air.

His straight nose seemed to attest to his excellent character, his deep and sharp eyes could see through all the deception and conspiracy of the world, his robust chin showed his dominating temperament, and those thin, tightly pressed lips seemed to say, "Don't mess with me."

Xiaowang shivered, his gaze falling on Victoria again.

Clearly, the drug was taking hold, as Victoria was now plastered against the man, her delicate chin rubbing against his chest, her flushed face and desirous lips expressing an unquenchable craving.

The man also lowered his handsome eyes to look at Victoria, hiding his gaze beneath long, thick eyelashes.

Such a strong drug...

His sharp eyebrows involuntarily knitted together.

For such a young girl, who was the despicable scoundrel who dared to use such a bottom-feeding method on her?

Consequently, his stern and cold gaze fell on Xiaowang, "Did you drug her?"

His voice commanded attention, like a judge's, carrying an aura of non-outrageous righteousness.

Xiaowang felt a chill down his spine as the man's every word seemed to decrease the corridor's temperature by a degree.

Victoria's voice, barely audible, echoed in the room as she embraced the man's sturdy waist tightly, "Hmm... it feels so terrible..."

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