Yolanda Taylor was soon thrown on the bed, and Milton Beale came in after her, unlocking the door.
He was also dragging a small suitcase in his hand, and Milton Beale glanced at her, bending over to open that.
Yolanda Taylor stiffened when she saw what was inside.
She jumped off the bed and onto the floor aside as Milton Beale took a rope and looked at her, "If you don't behave then I'll have to get someone else to help, and I don't think Miss Taylor wants anyone else to watch, do you?"
Yolanda Taylor's face went white as she heard his words.
She knew Milton Beale liked to abuse women in bed, but that was just what she had heard, and now seeing the contents of his suitcase made Yolanda Taylor's hands shake.
She grabbed the table lamp on the side and blocked it in front of her, "President Beale if you take another step forward, I'll be rude."
Milton Beale's face immediately became unsettled: "If you just hurt me a little bit today, I will sell you to Africa tomorrow!"
Yolanda Taylor's hand trembled, and the lamp almost fell on the floor.
Milton Beale didn't care what she said and took a step towards her with the black rope.
"Don't you come any closer! Stay back!"
Yolanda Taylor was really scared, but this room was on the tenth floor or so, and the outside door was guarded, so it was hard for her to escape even if she had her wings.
However, her words were of no use at all, seeing that Milton Beale was about to come in front of her eyes, Yolanda Taylor raised her hand and smashed the table lamp in her hand.
"Hiss-"
She used her full strength, and Milton Beale bled directly from her forehead.
While Milton Beale was in pain, Yolanda Taylor hurriedly ran into the bathroom and unlocked the door, then put her back against the door and took out her cell phone from inside her bag.
Her fingers stuttered slightly when she saw Gwen Fox's number.
Yolanda Taylor didn't know why she hadn't died yet, and by the time she responded, her finger was already clicking down.
The call was quickly answered, however it wasn't Gwen Fox who answered the phone, "Miss Taylor?" Hearing Xenia Davis' voice made Yolanda Taylor feel so low for the first time.
She wanted to hang up the phone, but she heard Xenia Davis' smug laughter coming from inside the phone, "Miss Taylor is looking for Gwen, right? Want him to save you? Well, unfortunately, you're probably going to be disappointed. But I know Miss Taylor that you won't die, so I'll help you reluctantly."
After Xenia Davis finished speaking, she called out, "Gwen, it's Miss Taylor's phone call oh, I heard her voice, she seems to be in a bad state!"
I don't know if Xenia Davis did it on purpose, Yolanda Taylor listened and only felt that her words were like a stone, thrown straight at her heart.
She wanted to hang up the phone, but she didn't want to.
As the minutes ticked by, Milton Beale slammed the door outside and she bounced against the person.
"Yes?"
The man's cold, clear voice came and Yolanda Taylor cried out at once, "Gwen Fox, will you save me? Save me!"
"You said it yourself, have you forgotten?"
You said it yourself, have you forgotten?
His words were like a sharp knife that pressed straight down over her head, instantly separating her in half and cutting her to the bone.
Yolanda Taylor's entire body froze, her cell phone fell from her hand to the floor, she had never been so desperate.
"Yolanda Taylor, get out of there!"
The door was kicked in hard and Yolanda Taylor snapped back to her senses, crawling under the sink to pick the phone up.
The call was still going, it was Xenia Davis' voice, and she pinched it and dialed Martin Anderson's number.
She didn't realize that the only person she could call for help these days was Martin Anderson.
Martin Anderson answered the phone quickly, "What are you doing free-"
"Martin Anderson, I'm in room 1414 of the Eston Restaurants, come save me, please!"
Just as she finished speaking, there was another violent crash behind the door, and the phone in her hand flew out, and when it hit the floor, it went straight to black.
Yolanda Taylor looked at her phone, her whole body frozen, as Milton Beale outside the door kept kicking the door.
She didn't dare open the door and didn't know where she could hide, so all she could do was bend her legs and hug herself tightly against the door, hoping someone would come to her rescue.