Chapter 174: Amelia Reaps What She Sows 2
Before she could grab onto him, James lifted his leg to avoid her.
Amelia lunged at empty air and fell face-first onto the ground in an embarrassing sprawl.
"Mr. Smith."
When Mabel saw James, the crazed ferocity in her eyes softened slightly.
She lowered her head to avoid James's gaze, both because of the things she had done in the past and because of the powerful aura James carried at this moment.
She didn't dare look directly at him and took a small step back.
Seeing Mabel act so submissive in front of James, Amelia pinned all her hopes on him.
She knew too well that right now, no one else could save her except him.
"James—"
She reached out again, grabbing hold of his pant leg.
Using it for support, she moved closer to him.
"Please, save me."
"You won't just stand by and watch Mabel hurt me, will you? Take me away from here, okay? I promise, I'll stay far away from you and Mia from now on..."
Amelia begged desperately.
No matter what, she had to get James to take her away from here first.
This Mabel had gone crazy.
If she was left behind, who knew what Mabel would do to her.
Mabel was nervous too.
She wasn't entirely sure whether James would actually ruin her plans.
After all, everyone in Imperial City's social circle knew how important Amelia was to James.
Even though there was now a Mia in his heart.
After returning to Imperial City, she didn't dare show her face and had been hiding in secret.
The painful price she'd paid had taught her not to act impulsively again.
Her hatred for Amelia exceeded everything else. She had finally waited for this opportunity.
A chance to drag the high-and-mighty Amelia down and trample her underfoot.
"Save you?"
James laughed coldly.
His gaze swept over the hand clutching his pant leg with complete indifference. He lifted his leg and kicked her wrist without mercy.
Although he was wearing slippers, which weren't as effective as dress shoes.
But this kick from James was vicious.
Amelia cried out in pain, the intense agony spreading from her wrist throughout her entire body.
James's voice, cold as ice, rang out above her head.
"Amelia, you'd better pray that you can't leave here alive today."
Otherwise, he would truly make her wish she were dead.
She had actually been depraved enough to find Ernest and do such things to Mia.
She deserved to die!
After kicking Amelia away, James carried Mia, who was clearly unable to bear it any longer, and strode away.
As he walked, his large hand soothingly stroked Mia's back, while his other hand pressed firmly against the back of her head.
He pressed Mia, whose rationality had been eroded by the drug and whose reactions were completely out of control, against the crook of his neck.
Mia whimpered like a kitten in his ear, unable to move her head, so her lips kept kissing him there.
James's breathing grew heavier and heavier, and his steps quickened accordingly. Soon he disappeared from their view.
...
Only after James left did Mabel's heart finally settle completely.
She had actually notified James to do him a favor. After returning to Imperial City, she had learned through various channels how important Mia was to him.
She didn't ask for anything else, only for a way out after taking revenge on Amelia.
The only thing she had been uncertain about before was how much consideration James still had for Amelia. She was just gambling.
Now it was obvious—she had won.
With James's attitude, Amelia was at her mercy.
Amelia understood this too, the moment James kicked her away.
Begging him was useless.
Taking advantage of Mabel's distraction, Amelia tried to leave.
But she had just struggled to her feet and hadn't taken two steps when Mabel grabbed her hair from behind.
At this moment, Amelia had no ability to resist. Mabel dragged her back and threw her on the ground.
"Mabel, if you let me go now, I can still spare your life and give you a large sum of money..."
When showing weakness didn't work, Amelia tried to intimidate Mabel with her authority.
This bitch who had always been like a lackey in front of her.
Mabel looked at Amelia, who even at this point still dared to act high and mighty in front of her.
Mabel spat on Amelia's face and slapped her several times, until she heard movement from inside the private room.
Clearly, the four people inside who had taken the drug had been completely consumed by it and were going crazy.
A crazed gleam flashed in Mabel's eyes.
She picked up the syringe again and, under Amelia's terrified gaze, viciously jabbed it into the side of her neck.
The cold liquid was pushed in.
Mabel's smile was manic. Like a venomous snake, she moved close to Amelia, excitedly watching her horrified expression as she pulled out the syringe.
"Amelia, what's the fun in watching others get gang-raped? Why not... experience it yourself."
"Mabel, you wouldn't dare!"
As Amelia screamed shrilly, Mabel pushed Amelia into the private room.
The door closed again. Mabel stood outside the door, and as Amelia's piercing screams echoed, she turned and walked to the adjacent private room.
She sat in Amelia's previous seat, enjoying the spectacular live broadcast from the next room.
Inside the room, Amelia lay limply on the ground, watching Ernest and the other three men approach her like demons, step by step.
The drug hadn't fully taken effect yet. When the four men grabbed her and threw her onto the sofa, she was still struggling desperately.
"Get away! Take your filthy hands off me, don't touch me!"
But her struggles were like scratching an itch—completely useless, only earning her increasingly heavy slaps from the men.
Her clothes were torn to shreds and thrown on the floor. Her struggles earned her one slap after another, each heavier than the last.
Amelia lay on the sofa like a broken doll.
Gradually, she was dominated by the powerful drug.
This drug was something Mabel had obtained by any means necessary.
She was clear-headed inside, but her body was out of control.
She clearly didn't want to get close to these men who disgusted her, but her body craved it so much. She wanted it so badly.
She had imagined that Mia would beg Ernest and the others like a bitch.
And now she herself had become what she had imagined.
Completely without dignity, she knelt before the men who abused her in various ways, begging them to fuck her.
...
The black Bentley stopped at the back door of the club. Robert stood by the car, waiting anxiously.
James had only called to tell him to drive over and wait here, without asking him to go inside. He didn't know what had happened and didn't dare go up rashly.
Until James appeared in his view, carrying Mia.
He was a man too. One look at Mia in James's arms told him what was going on.
Robert only glanced once, then quickly looked away, not daring to look again.
Although Mia and James were divorced, having been by James's side, he knew all too well Mia's place in James's heart.
Looking at her in such a seductive state, even one extra glance—afterward, if James got angry, while he might not cruelly gouge out his eyes.
But thinking of the last time he was sent to Zephyria, Robert smartly ducked his neck and quickly went back to the driver's seat.
He pressed the button to raise the partition.
James gently pushed the uncooperative Mia into the back seat, then bent down to get in the car himself.
Before he could sit down, Mia, who had been pushed away, automatically moved closer.
Her arms wrapped around his neck as she sat on his lap. She was operating purely on instinct now, and after getting close to James, her lips actively sought his.