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It was obvious-Simon had feelings for the girl.
Otherwise, why would he parade around like that?
But when he actually saw her, the guy turned red as a tomato and still insisted on threatening her. How was he supposed to win a girl over like that?
The driver was frustrated on Simon’s behalf.
He didn’t know if he should stop or not, so he glanced at the rearview mirror for instruction.
Simon looked like someone had stabbed him three thousand times.
He’d finally unbuttoned three whole buttons for once… and she said he was sick.
She’s the one who’s sick! Sick in the eyes and the brain!
As he sat there fuming in silence, his phone rang.
He really wasn’t in the mood, but when he saw Elsa’s name on the screen, he answered anyway.
The moment the call connected, he heard Elsa’s fragile, tearful voice on the other end. “Simon… John fought with me because of what Lily told him. I feel so awful… What did I do wrong? Why does everyone hate me? Is it only if I die that everyone will finally be happy?”
“Lizzy, what are you saying? Don’t ever talk about dying! You’re my sister-the best girl in the world. You’re going to live a long, healthy life. I won’t let anyone hurt you. If Lily dares to bully you again, I won’t forgive her! Don’t cry. I’m coming to see you right now.”
Simon comforted her for a while longer before finally hanging up.
Thinking about how Lily had repeatedly bullied and hurt his precious Lizzy-and how he’d stupidly given her roses, even imagined her kissing and touching him-he was overcome with disgust toward himself.
And even more, with a deep, burning hatred for Lily.
“Stop the car!”
He barked the command, then turned to Lily and shouted, “Get out! Lily, this is the last time. If you ever dare to hurt my Lizzy again, I’ll make sure you die in pieces! Get out!”
“You’re insane!”
Lily figured John and Elsa had probably fought because of that photo.
But Elsa brought that misery on herself-what did it have to do with her?
Still, she had no interest in explaining. She’d always hated this weirdo Simon, and he never believed her anyway.
As soon as the driver pulled over, she jumped out and called a rideshare, leaving without looking back.
Watching Lily walk away with such finality, the driver sighed again.
He had a bad feeling about Elsa. With her around, his young master would never find real happiness.
But since Elsa was Simon’s most treasured person, there was nothing he could say.
So all he could do was silently wish… that Elsa would just hurry up and die.
Lily had a heavy voiceover schedule that day.
The intense workload was hard on her throat.
She drank a lot of water, but had almost no time for bathroom breaks.
When she finally wrapped for the night, she planned to use the restroom before calling a ride home.
She had just finished washing her hands and stepped out when the lights suddenly went out.
She instinctively reached for the flashlight app on her phone-but before she could activate it, a hand clamped tightly over her nose and mouth!
The person held a towel soaked in a powerful, sweet-smelling liquid.
The sharp scent forced its way into her nostrils, instantly sapping her strength.
Her head grew heavy. Her consciousness wavered.
In that moment of spiraling darkness, James’ cold, refined face flashed through her mind.
Just last night, she had saved his number.
He’d told her that if she ever ran into danger again, she should call him.
The Luke family had already helped her so much. She didn’t want to burden them.
But she knew-in a situation like this, James was her best chance of surviving. Struggling against the haze, she managed to unlock her phone and dialed his number. She heard his calm, distant voice on the other end: “Who is this? What’s going on?”
“James, it’s Lily. Help me!”
She didn’t waste time on explanations. After saying her name, she hurried to give her location. But before she could speak another word, her phone was ripped away with a cruel chuckle.
The call ended. The phone was thrown across the room with a harsh clatter.
Just before the darkness completely consumed her, she heard a chilling laugh beside her ear.
“You think someone’s coming to save you? Dream on.”
“I’m sending you straight to The Charmer. Once you’re there, you’ll be used by men until you’re dead. No one’s coming for you.”
The Charmer…
The name alone was enough to drag her soul into hell.
She’d heard about it before-back when she used to hang around John’s crowd. His scummy friends often talked about it.
The Charmer was infamous-Capital City’s darkest, most depraved place.
Some women were lured in by the high pay, only to have their lives utterly destroyed, left full of regret with no way back.
Most of the women sent into The Charmer weren’t there by choice.
The place was hidden, backed by powerful figures, and known only within certain exclusive circles. No matter how depraved it was inside, The Charmer remained untouchable.
At a party a few months ago, Patrick had laughed while telling a story-several college girls were tricked into working there and eventually had to be carried out.
Their condition was too horrific to speak of.
James wouldn’t even know where she disappeared, let alone guess she’d been sent to The Charmer.
No one would come for her.
Those girls who were dragged out broken… that was likely her fate now too.
When Lily woke up, she found herself in a completely unfamiliar room.
It was decorated lavishly, but with a darkness that made her skin crawl.
Worst of all were the strange tools hanging on the walls. Just looking at them made her back break into a cold sweat.
She had been changed into a bright red, revealing qipao.
She was lying on a large bed draped in sheets of the same scarlet color.
Before waking fully, she vaguely remembered hearing the voices of a few women, but her eyelids had been too heavy to open.
She now realized it must’ve been those women who changed her clothes.
They had also washed her body-and forced some kind of drug down her throat.
Although she didn’t feel any obvious pain, her limbs were soft and useless. There was no mistaking it: whatever they gave her, it couldn’t be anything good.
She had to escape before the drug fully kicked in-before anyone came back.
The room was large.
Under normal circumstances, she could’ve made it out in less than thirty seconds.
But now, her body was like a sack of wet clay. Even shifting slightly took enormous effort. There was no way she could bolt.
She was struggling just to move when the door suddenly opened-and Randall walked in.
Behind him were three tall, heavyset men.
She had seen those men before on short video clips.
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