Deanna was terrified. She wanted to negotiate her release, but her mouth was gagged, and she could only make muffled sounds.
The two men heard her and cursed, "This woman is quite feisty. If it weren't for the client's request, I'd have my way with her!"
"Don't mess around. The client has their own plans. Don't ruin it and cost me my money," the other man warned.
The first man snorted, "Relax, I know my limits. Worst case, I'll take advantage after they're done."
He raised his hand and lightly slapped Deanna's cheek, grinning maliciously. "Pretty, you'd better save your strength for later."
Deanna felt disgusted by his touch and was even more terrified. She understood all too well what he meant.
Meanwhile, Lance had left the club and returned to Hencard Villa, only to find the house eerily quiet. He assumed Deanna and the kids were resting and went upstairs.
Passing by Deanna's room, he noticed the door was open. Compelled by curiosity, he walked in but found no one inside. He thought Deanna might be with the children.
In the children's room, he saw only the kids playing with Legos. They looked surprised to see him.
"Uncle, why are you back?"
"Wait, didn't Uncle get drunk?" Chloe frowned.
Lance felt a sudden unease. "Who told you I was drunk? And where's your mommy?"
Gregory's expression turned serious. "A staff member called Mommy, saying you were drunk and needed to be picked up."
"When did this happen?" Lance's face darkened.
Gregory checked the time. "Mommy left almost twenty minutes ago."
Lance's expression grew even more severe. "Stay here; I'm going to find your mommy."
He turned and left, contacting Xavier to pick him up. Soon, Xavier arrived at Hencard Villa and saw Mr. Mercer looking grim as he got into the car.
"Sir, is something wrong?" Xavier asked concernedly.
"Someone used my name to lure Dr. Deanna to Beyond Club. Drive as fast as you can!" Lance explained briefly.
Realizing the urgency, Xavier sped up. In less than ten minutes, they were back at the club.
They hurried back to the previous private room but found it empty. Lance's face was beyond grim; he sensed something terrible was about to happen.
Xavier suggested, "Should we try calling Dr. Deanna?"
Lance dialed her number but heard an automated message: "Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently switched off."
Hanging up angrily, Lance ordered, "Search every room! Find her!"
Despite their efforts, they couldn't find Deanna. Enraged, Lance demanded Xavier bring the club manager.
Xavier quickly found a middle-aged man and brought him over.
Seeing Lance's furious expression, the manager nervously asked, "Mr. Mercer, what can I do for you?"
"Someone contacted my family saying I was drunk and needed to be picked up. Now I can't find my family. What do you suggest we do?" Lance questioned sternly.
The manager realized something was wrong and broke into a cold sweat. Clearly, someone had used the club's name for malicious purposes.
"I'll investigate immediately and find out who's behind this," he promised hastily.
"I don't just want an investigation; I need the surveillance footage now," Lance demanded coldly.
The manager nodded repeatedly and rushed off to comply.
Meanwhile, Deanna had been moved to an upstairs room twenty minutes earlier. Inside were four drunken men who laughed lewdly at her bound form on the bed.
"This beauty is just my type," one of them said as he lunged at her with puckered lips.
Deanna's pupils contracted in fear as she instinctively kicked out with her bound legs, hitting him squarely in the chest and causing him to stumble backward.