The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 2116 Lifesaver

In an instant, Sean's expression darkened. He raised his head and stared at the man grimly.

The person next to him saw that Sean was upset and immediately went to hug the thin man's shoulders and jokingly scolded him, "You're so full of yourself, huh? This woman is different from the ones in the club that you can screw with anytime you want. The boss brought her back for himself, so don't think about her."

The thin man also saw that something was wrong and smiled sheepishly as he stepped back.

"I was just saying... She came from a wealthy family and was brought up in luxury. I was just curious because I had never touched a woman like her before. Don't worry, Boss! Without your word, I won't touch even a hair on her!"

The gloom in Sean's eyes gradually faded. He was indifferent as he mocked him.

"Useless! So what if she's from a rich family? Women are all the same once the lights are off, aren't they? I'll take you all to Gold Digger's tonight. You guys can get all the girls you want no matter their price!" The thin man's eyes lit up. He no longer looked so apprehensive.

"Thanks, Boss!"

The others also cheered and looked forward to that night.

Sean looked at the message on his phone and paused.

"I need to go out. Get someone to watch her."

The fat man on the side suggested, "Should I get Melissa to come? She's obedient and sensible. Maybe she can persuade Ms.

Quimbey to accept this place."

Sean's face was taut. He threw his car keys over and did not object.

"Inform her and go pick her up. I'm going out."

"Yes, Boss!"

The fat man followed Sean out, while the thin man secretly wanted to go upstairs to take another look at the woman.

The person next to him pulled the thin man out.

"Can't you see that the boss is upset? How dare you think about his woman?"

The thin man smiled innocently, "I just

wanna look at her. Did you secretly feel her up when you carried her last night?"

"F*ck off!"

The place was quiet as if it was isolated from the world.

Yvette walked around the room in a trance.

She went everywhere that she could reach with the rope binding her.

She did not replace anything sharp, not even the corners of the table, not to mention a mobile phone.

Suddenly, Yvette heard a car gradually driving away.

She felt energized in an instant.

She was still wearing the same clothes she wore last night that exposed a large area of her skin.

The cold air hit her, and Yvette had goosebumps all over her body.

She did not have time to think about it and started to untie the rope on her feet.

However, the rope was tied with a special method. No matter how hard she tried, she could not untie it.

Her body was trembling from nervousness. Her beautiful and delicate fingernails were all broken, and blood oozed out. However, she seemed not to feel the pain as she continued to tug at the rope desperately.

Why?

Why did no one come to rescue her?

Yvette did not know how Lance was doing and could not calm down for a moment.

She finally realized what being anxious meant.

If something happened to Lance...

Yvette dared not think deeper into it.

What should she do in the future?

Yvette was in a hurry and broke several fingernails, but the rope showed no sign of loosening.

Her vision suddenly blurred with tears. She could not hold on anymore.

She hunched over on the floor, looking so thin and frail. Her shoulders began to tremble violently.

She had never experienced this before.

The toughest time she had was when she was accused of being a homewrecker.

She had always been the Great Ms. Quimbey that got whatever she wanted.

Even if she failed, she would still have countless opportunities to succeed.

Her life had always been surrounded by happiness and luxury, and she had an innate sense of superiority. She never expected to fall to such a low point in life.

The violent blow brought her back to reality.

Sean hated her so much that he did not care about killing Lance.

Why was Sean so unscrupulous?

Yvette was confused, but she tried to calm herself down.

She whimpered helplessly as she prayed that Nicole, who received her call for help last night, could replace a way to save her.

Suddenly, she vaguely heard the sound of a car engine.

Yvette got up and looked at the window.

It was still the same car.

Sean came back again.

Yvette felt her heart turning cold and sinking, but the next second, she saw that the person who pushed open the door and got out of the car was not Sean. It was a lady in her twenties. The girl seemed to be aware of Yvette's gaze and looked up.

Yvette frowned slightly and thought the girl looked familiar.

She seemed to have seen her somewhere before.

Suddenly, Yvette had an epiphany.

Right!

It was Tattle Bar!

Yvette and Nicole used to frequent that bar. If Yvette remembered correctly, this girl was one of the staff who sold drinks.

The reason why Yvette had an impression of her was that Nicole bought alcohol from her several times because she felt bad that this girl had to work so hard for tuition fees.

Her name was Melissa.

Melissa disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Yvette stood there in a daze and heard footsteps gradually approaching.

When Yvette looked back, Melissa pushed open the door and came in. Melissa had some baby fat on her tender face. She looked at Yvette with a smile.

"Ms. Quimbey, I was hired by Mr. Moore to take care of you. You can let me know if you need anything."

Yvette stared at her and opened her mouth.

The hope in her heart rekindled.

"Do you know me?"

Melissa nodded.

Yvette gritted her teeth. "Then can you let me out of here? Or can you help to call the police, or notify my family?"

She looked at Melissa expectantly.

In her impression, Melissa could endure people bullying her for the sake of some commission.

"When I leave this place, I'll be sure to reward you handsomely. You can ask for whatever you want!"

Melissa looked at Yvette with a somewhat apologetic look on her face.

She could not fulfill any of the conditions Yvette mentioned.

Melissa shook her head and stood there, looking very obedient and honest.

"Ms. Quimbey, I can't help you with this. Mr. Moore won't let you leave. If I let you go, he... He'll punish me."

Yvette frowned. "I'll get the police to arrest him. He broke into my house, hurt my husband, raped me, and locked me up here. All of this is more than enough to put him in jail!" Melissa's face paled a bit.

Yvette did not know why Melissa had such a big reaction to her words.

However, there was an indecipherable light in Melissa's eyes that Yvette could not understand.

Yvette was desperate.

She finally saw someone she knew and took Melissa as a lifesaver.

Melissa lowered her head and remained silent. She did not know what to say, so she kept silent.

However, in the next second, a voice came in from outside.

Yvette shuddered violently.

The man's voice was deep and cold, with a hint of danger.

"Really? So, this is what you think? You want me to go to jail? Ms. Quimbey, was I being too polite to you by locking you here? Or should I get a few men in here to relieve your boredom?" Sean appeared at the door and stared at Yvette coldly.