Chapter 253 Chapter 253: How Dare You To Hit Me!
Mr. Klein responded with a cruel tone, “Miss Hudson, everything comes with a price. If you wish to cooperate with me, you must first provide me with what I desire.”
“No...”
“It’s late to say no now!” Mr. Klein said as he walked to her with an evil leer, squatted beside her, and touched her fair-skinned face.
Mr. Klein continued his taunting, “Did your uncle purposely send you here? In the past, he used to bring influencers to meet and negotiate with me. But this time, he sent his niece to entice me. It’s evident that he genuinely desires to collaborate with me.”
A sudden realization dawned upon Estelle.
Now she understood why Melody had been surprisingly easy to deal with earlier and left the company after briefly interacting with the security guards.
Melody must have been aware of York’s scheduled meeting with Mr. Klein today, and instead of attending the appointment on York’s behalf, she deliberately exploited their conflict and handed this dangerous situation over to Estelle!
Realizing the dangerous scheme that had been orchestrated, Estelle harbored intense animosity towards Melody and was determined to remain alert despite the effects of the drug.
She had no tools to defend herself, so she curled up, took off one of her high heels, and held it in her hand.
“Cristofer's ex... Tut-tut,” Mr. Klein remarked and took in every detail of her appearance lustfully. “Why did he break up with such a beautiful woman like you?”
Estelle firmly asserted, “Mr. Klein, I have no longer involvement with Cristofer. If you seek revenge on him, I am not the one you should target. He won’t be affected by anything you do to me.”
Mr. Klein retorted, “That’s just your opinion. Perhaps he still has feelings for you.”
Estelle dismissed the idea with certainty, saying, “It’s impossible. He’s about to get married.”
Mr. Klein then said shamelessly, “That’s not important. Anyway, he will not be happy if he knows that I have sex with his ex! It’s also good to make him feel sick in this way. Hahaha!”
As Mr. Klein laughed, his repugnant breath made Estelle feel nauseated.
She continued to retreat, trying to keep a safe distance from him, and scanned her surroundings in search of an escape route. However, the vast golf course offered no clear direction for her to flee.
Mr. Klein sneered, sensing her desperation, and he looked down at her as if he was a beast looking at its prey, “Forget about running away. The drug won’t let you escape.”
With a feral look in his eyes, he began removing his clothes and advanced toward Estelle, warning her, “Be obedient if you don’t want to suffer too much ..Ah!”
But before he could finish his vile words, Estelle instinctively hurled her high-heeled shoe at his eyes, disrupting his advance and causing him to exclaim in pain.
Mr. Klein cried out in pain and bent down with his face twisted. “You bitch! How dare you hit me?”
Despite her courageous attempt to escape, Estelle’s weakened state from the drug hindered her efforts, and she struggled to run with her legs feeling limp. Before she could make much progress, Mr. Klein caught up to her and captured her before she could flee any further.
Then Mr. Klein’s angry voice came. “You asked for it!”
The next moment, with a tearing sound, Mr. Klein tore apart Estelle’s clothes.
Estelle couldn’t stop him at all. Mr. Klein tore off a sleeve of her shirt and threw it aside, revealing her fair arm.
Suddenly, they heard the roar of the engine getting closer and closer.
‘This is... the sound of a motorcycle engine? Is Mr. Mysterious coming?’ Estelle wondered in surprise.
Mr. Klein was also stunned. Before he could figure out what had happened, he was pulled by the collar and thrown aside by a great force.
After rolling on the lawn for a while, he stopped and winced in pain.
“Who are you? How dare you break into my territory?” he roared at the tall man in front of him.
The man was dressed in black biker leathers, jeans, and motorcycle boots. With a black helmet on, Mr. Klein couldn’t see his face.
He approached Mr. Klein slowly, picked up the golf club Mr. Klein had thrown aside, and held it.
In a deep voice, he asked, “Which hand did you use to touch her just now?”
Mr. Klein responded rudely, “Who are you?! This woman came to me willingly. Are you crazy? Ah!!!”
With a loud bang, the tall man in black struck Mr. Klein hard on the left side of his face with the golf club.
Feeling intense pain, Mr. Klein nearly lost consciousness. He turned his head and spat out blood along with two teeth.
Only then did he realize that the tall man was here for Estelle.
“I’ll ask you again. Which hand did you use to touch her just now?” the man repeated.
Lying on the ground, Mr. Klein panted and asked with a fierce look, “Who are you... Ahhhh!”
Before he could finish speaking, the tall man struck Mr. Klein hard on his right face.
This time, the tall man used even more force, causing half of Mr. Klein’s face to swell and deform.
More teeth were spat out, and blood covered his mouth. Mr. Klein still couldn’t identify the man as he wore a helmet.
“There are surveillance cameras at the golf course entrance! How dare you hit me? I’ll kill you once I find out who you are!” he shouted.
With a sneer, the tall man coldly replied, “There are cameras at the entrance, but not here,” and he pressed Mr. Klein’s head into the soil with his foot.
Mr. Klein’s expression changed drastically. “What do you mean?”
“I mean exactly that. We’re at Mount Cloud. It’s not unusual for someone to vanish here,” the tall man replied.
Hearing this, Mr. Klein panicked, and his arrogance disappeared completely. He tried to get up, but his head was still firmly pressed to the ground, leaving him immobile.
“You... Are you her bodyguard? I’ll pay you double... no, triple your current salary if you let me go. What do you say?” Mr. Klein begged desperately.
The tall man in black chuckled as if amused by the offer. He tossed aside the golf club, removed his helmet with one hand, and squatted down to reveal his face to Mr. Klein. “Mr. Klein, long time no see. Do you still remember me?”
Mr. Klein’s eyes widened in shock. “... Cristofer?”
With a sneer, Cristofer warned, “This is the last time I’ll ask. Which hand did you use to touch her? Tell me now, or else...” He left the threat hanging in the air and stared at Mr. Klein coldly.
His words sent a shiver down Mr. Klein’s spine. The timing seemed eerie as a chilling gust of wind blew over the golf course, making him shiver involuntarily.