Chapter 4 Offending Loren

Wilmett wanted to get up but then found herself tied up.

Darn it, was Rhoda behind this?

She had been wary, so she should have picked up some signs. When her eyes were used to the darkness, she looked around.

She was surprised to know there was someone else in the room!

She felt as if she was in the presence of a ghost, and a shiver ran through her.

The figure was sitting on a European-style leather sofa by the window, looking like a man.

The light was dim, but his chiseled face was looming up in front of her.

He lazily put one leg on the other and gently shook the glass in his right hand. The crimson liquid danced with it and gave off a certain dangerous charm.

The ordinary sofa picked up the aura of a thrown when a Duke-like nightwalker sat in it.

Wilmett was so nervous that her throat went dry.

"You!"

"Miss Wilmett, it appears you had a good sleep."

The man's cold and lazy voice rang out, breaking the creepy silence.

His tone was tinged with tease and even ridicule.

Wilmett struggled a few times.

Crap!

The rope was too tight for her to escape.

While she was fighting with it, the man stood up and approached the bed.

In the shadow, he lifted her delicate chin with ease.

His fingers were chilly, which gave her the shivers.

She was forced to look up but asked calmly,

"Who exactly are you? Did Rhoda send you?"

"I don't know a Rhoda."

Wilmett frowned.

Since he wasn't Rhoda's man, why was he doing this? Did he have a bone to pick with her?

While she was deep in thought, the man leaned closer and said mysteriously, his face next to hers,

"Don't you remember? Six years ago, we had a wonderful night here."

He had been looking for her for six years, but she actually didn't recognize him.

Loren smiled coldly, freezing the air around him.

Six years ago...

Wilmett's eyes widened, and her face was brimming with shock.

"Are you that man?"

She remembered.

Six years ago, she had lost her virginity to some random man she found, all to avoid marrying that old man.

Who would have thought her play boy actually found out who she was and had her kidnapped right after she returned from abroad?

She smiled bitterly.

"Come on, it has been six years. You should have forgotten about me."

"I'm sorry, okay? I made a mistake. I can give you money. How much do you want? Give me a number."

If it could be solved by money, it was not that serious.

She feared he wanted to give her to the police.

A corner of Loren's lips curled up. She wanted to give him money? Did he look like he was poor?

He forced himself on her and pinned her down.

She was startled.

"Miss Rhoda, I don't want money. I want you to be my booty call."

"If you agree, I can forget about that night and let bygones be bygones." Wilmett was furious when she heard his proposal.

How could she agree to be his booty call?

Did she look like she was easy?

"Mister, let's just agree we both had a good time then. I didn't recall coercing you. So, don't push this!"

She didn't forget what nasty things he had done to her that night.

Loren gripped her chin and touched her sensitive ears with his crimson cold thin lips.

"Fine, we both enjoyed it. Then, do you want to do it again, Miss Rhoda?"

"Let's rekindle the passion we shared, okay?"

Wilmett's beautiful eyes widened. Drat, was he planning on sleeping with her tonight?

While negotiating with him, she finally untied the rope around her hands.

His dirty talk enraged her.

"Bastard! In your dreams!"

She had been practicing karate for the past six years.

She fiercely hit the back of his neck.

He was knocked unconscious and fell onto her.

She pushed him away with great difficulty and quickly untied the rope on her feet.

Immediately after, she rushed out of the door.

Men were guarding the room, but Wilmett ran too fast. Before they could react, she was a few meters away.

"Chase after her."

"Come back!"

Loren's frightening voice came from the room. Those who were sprinting got startled and almost fell.

"Sir, she fled!" Irvin watched her run away and grew anxious.

Loren rubbed the back of his neck and walked outside the room, his cold eyes dulling.

"I'm not blind."

Damn, she hit him hard.

But she couldn't get away.

He would never let his prey go free.

The game just began. The more she resisted, the more he wanted to have her.

The best predator would lure his prize in.

"Find out Wilmett's schedule. I want to know everything about her."

After Wilmett left the hotel, she felt happy she had a narrow escape.

She got into a taxi in a fluster. Before she could calm down, Chenoa called.

"Wilmett, where are you? We agreed to meet at the bar. I've been waiting for you for more than an hour. You stood me up!"

Chenoa was pissed off but worried about her best friend's safety.

"I've called you a dozen times, but you never picked up. I thought you were kidnapped!"

"Hello? Wilmett! Are you listening to me? Are you deaf?"

"You talked too fast. I couldn't chip in. Don't worry. I'm fine. I did meet a pervert just now, but I've escaped safely."

Just as Wilmett finished speaking, a man's voice came over the phone.

"Honey, are you alone tonight?"

Obviously, someone was hitting on Chenoa.

"Since you're fine, I should go. There are so many hotties waiting to taste my sugar."

Wilmett was mad.

"Chenoa, that's how you treat your friend? I was kidnapped by a pervert. Shouldn't you try to comfort me?"

What kind of bestie was she ditching her for strange men?

She hung up the phone, and the driver asked,

"Miss, where are you going?"

"Scarlet Bar. No, Sky View Community."

His eyes lit up when he heard the destination.

Everyone knew only the rich people could afford to live there in the capital.

In his twenty-odd years as a driver, this was his first time driving a customer to Sky View Community.

Just as Wilmett returned home, Bert rushed over to ask for help.

"Wilmett, you're finally back!"

Wilmett cracked up when she saw him.

"Bert, what happened? It's so hilarious!"