In tears, Victoria lunged forward, impulsively grabbing onto his clothes and pleading, "I'm in so much pain... save me, save me..." As she spoke, she attempted to kiss him.
In the ensuing struggle, they both fell onto the bathroom floor together.
The man held Victoria down tightly, restraining her movements. His gaze carried a warning and threat, but still retained a sense of righteousness, "Don't provoke me! You can't afford to!"
Victoria shook her little face desperately, her gaze scattered in delirium. Under the haze, she only knew that the man's weight was pressing down on her like a boulder, making her immobile.
In her panic, she grabbed the man's arm, its firm muscles serving as her lifesaver at the edge of the cliff.
"You're standing by and not helping! You're not a good cop!"
The man was taken aback. He had indeed just identified himself as a cop, he didn't expect Victoria to take note of it. But in this world, no one has ever accused him of standing by and doing nothing.
What he found even more unbelievable was that he could easily knock her out, or restrain her, but he didn't press down hard. It felt as if he was moved by her experience and did not want to inflict further pain, as if her incessant pleas set off unexpected ripples in his heart.
He could not help but press down on Victoria's shoulders, his voice hoarsely threatening her, "If I save you now, you'll regret it."
Victoria presented a sorrowful expression, her teary eyes begging pitifully, "Please...save me...you won't regret it!"
At the sound of Victoria's provocative plea, the man clenched his teeth. Fine, he won't regret it.
This fragile looking girl was surprisingly brave. He won't regret it...The man's gaze slowly drifted across Victoria's face, as if he wanted to memorize every inch of her skin, every expression, every smile.
Yes, he won't regret it.
If she dares to regret it, he would make her pay a hefty price!
The lights in the Presidential Suite dimmed. In this mad city, each day is a glitzy stage production. In the dark corners out of the spotlight, dirty backstage dealings continue under the laughter of money-counting beasts, relishing their success in deceiving the world and trampling conscience.
The world is calling for a hero...and Victoria believes, the man saving her now is that hero.
...
Thud Thud Thud!
The loud banging on the door startled Victoria awake from her dreams.
Victoria turned her neck, her head throbbing with pain. As she attempted to move, a sharp sense of tearing pain ensued from within her body. Every joint, every patch of her skin, felt like it had gone through severe torture, a raw pain.
Victoria softly moaned, with every centimeter of her senses returning, her pain intensified.
There seemed to be something stuck under her neck. Victoria reached out to touch it.
The moment she touched it, she was immediately horrified and sat up.
This warm, solid, muscular thing, wasn't it a man's arm?
On closer inspection, the man beside her was slowly getting up. His gaze on Victoria, and his seemingly oblivious demeanor seemed to tell Victoria what had happened between them.
"Who, who, who are you?" Frightened, Victoria quickly grabbed the blanket to wrap herself securely.
When the man's gaze fell on her, the sudden spark of smoldering fire made her feel extremely threatened.
Victoria also examined the man, his robust chest, bronze skin, proportionate physique, and his extraordinarily handsome face... Victoria unconsciously wiped the corner of her mouth, ha ha, she hadn't drooled, had she?
No, no, no!
The plot wasn't supposed to go this way!
She had just come of age, yet this man had done such a thing to her! What had happened? How could such a thing occur? She couldn't remember at all. All she could recall was drinking a cup of blueberry juice, then encountering a fool in the corridor!
As for what happened after, Victoria tried hard to recall. In the end, she decided... forget it if she couldn't remember...
However, even though she couldn't remember the past events, she had to face the current ones.
In the time that she was unconscious, this man took away her most precious treasure. Even a blind person could foresee this plot.
"You, you're a bad person!" Victoria, unsure of what to retort, pointed at the man and raised her voice. As she did so, she was on the verge of tears.
Upon hearing her accusation, the man did not get angry, nor did he argue. He just gave a cold chuckle, "If that's what you choose to believe, I can't help it."
Just now, it was unmistakably her who actively wrapped herself around him, demanding over and over until she passed out from exhaustion.
However, all that happened under the influence of drugs. Seeing as she clearly did not recall any of the events, it was only natural for her to believe he took advantage of her vulnerable state to commit an unseemly act.
Still... so what if he did take advantage of her vulnerable state?
Hank Clegg admitted to himself that he had indeed lost his senses tonight. It was something he shouldn't have done, yet he couldn't bear to watch her in such suffering and just stand by beiίndifferent.
Thinking about everything that had happened, his eyes further darkened, his throat involuntarily moved.
Victoria had already retreated to the side, scared.
"What do you, you, you want to do now?" She gripped the blanket on her tightly, "Let me, let me tell you, I'm very formidable, I know many passwords... I, I won't let you off."
Even though she was scared and trembling, she still managed to let out such "brave words". Hank Clegg couldn't help but show a hint of a smile.
However, since he was not one to be loose-mouthed or prone to frivolous laughter, that hint of a smile turned into a cruel and menacing cold laugh when revealed.
Victoria was already scared to tears.
No matter how handsome, after such an act he was no better than a beast, just a slightly more attractive beast.
Moreover, he continued to frighten her.
At that moment, the front door made another loud thud. Victoria was already extremely tense. The sudden noise startled her, and she slipped and ended up rolling under the bed.
"Victoria, you shameless girl, get out here!" Outside the door, the sharp and pungent voice of the foster mother, Mrs. Talkington, could be heard faintly.
Right after, there was another loud bang on the door. The door hit the wall as if it had been kicked open.
Mrs. Talkington's voice became clearer, "Victoria, you orphaned wild child, hiding and stealing a man. If you have the face to steal, have the face to come out!"
With that, she seemed to have kicked open a room.
As Victoria's foster mother, Mrs. Talkington was the epitome of a wicked stepmother. Beatings, scorn, humiliation, and starvation... Victoria had suffered all kinds of punishment from this stepmother.
Her existence once made Victoria believe that fairy tales were not all lies...
There were many empty rooms in the Presidential Suite at the end of the hall. Mrs. Talkington kicked open the nearest one, but there was no one inside. She immediately started cursing again, "Wild child, don't think I can't find you just because you're hiding! People saw you come in. Come out!"
The voice of Penelope Talkington followed soon after, feigning concern, "Sister, come out quickly. You're going to worry us to death."