After hearing his boss's words, the man nodded and made a move to carry Deanna to the bed. However, the boss's voice rang out again.
"No need to move her. Blood will get all over the bed. Just play on the floor; it might even feel more humiliating." The boss laughed perversely. Then he ordered, "Take off that woman's clothes."
"You really know how to play, boss," the man flattered as he reached out to touch Deanna's clothes.
At that moment, a loud noise erupted. The tightly closed door was kicked open from outside and hung precariously on its frame.
Lance and Xavier stood at the doorway. Their faces changed drastically when they saw the scene inside the room. Especially Lance, who saw Deanna lying on the floor unconscious, with a pool of blood beside her. His eyes turned blood-red, and a terrifying aura emanated from him.
"You deserve to die!" Lance gritted his teeth and charged into the room, kicking the man standing next to Deanna. The man flew through the air, hit the wall hard, and then fell to the ground. He struggled for a moment but soon passed out from the intense pain.
By this time, the boss and others had also reacted and questioned Lance, "Who are you people?"
Lance didn't even glance at them. With trembling hands, he squatted down and cradled Deanna in his arms. "Deanna." She lay motionless in his embrace.
With a grim face, Lance lifted her up and turned to Xavier. "Arrange a car to take me to the hospital. Notify Old Hughes to meet us there."
"Yes," Xavier responded immediately, pulling out his phone to make calls.
Soon everything was arranged. "Mr. Mercer, the car is waiting downstairs. Old Hughes is already on his way."
Lance carried Deanna out without another word.
The men in the room felt slighted and shouted angrily, "Who allowed you to take her? She's ours!"
Xavier turned back sharply, his gaze piercing. "Yours? You must be joking!" He sneered and stepped forward with clenched fists.
Although Mr. Mercer hadn't said much earlier, Xavier knew what needed to be done from his years of experience by Mr. Mercer's side.
The bodyguards outside quickly closed the door.
Moments later, screams for mercy echoed from inside the room.
After some time had passed, Xavier finally stopped and looked at the half-dead men on the floor with cold eyes. "You better pray our lady is fine; otherwise, your lives will be forfeit."
Leaving those words behind, he walked out of the room and saw the club manager standing anxiously nearby.
Before the manager could speak, Xavier said icily, "Inform your boss to prepare for closure!"
"Closure? Is it that serious?" The manager was shocked.
Xavier looked at him coldly. "Do you know who Mr. Mercer just carried out?"
"Who?" The manager asked in confusion.
"That was Mrs. Mercer of Mercer Group! Your club dared to mess with our lady; you're courting death!" Xavier stated clearly.
The manager was stunned into silence.
Xavier ignored him and instructed a bodyguard nearby, "Tie up everyone inside and bring them back for questioning."
Meanwhile, Lance rushed Deanna to the hospital.
Old Hughes was already waiting there.
Seeing Lance covered in blood carrying Deanna, Old Hughes' face changed drastically. Without asking questions, he immediately directed nurses to take Deanna into the emergency room.
After a brief chaos, Deanna was taken into surgery with Old Hughes following closely behind.
In the dimly lit hallway, Lance stood alone outside the emergency room.
His hands trembled uncontrollably at his sides as unprecedented panic gripped his heart.
She'll be fine; she has to be fine! He kept reassuring himself internally.
But as time ticked by with no one coming out of the emergency room, his anxiety grew heavier by the minute.
Never before had he found waiting so unbearable.
Logically speaking, if her condition wasn't serious, treatment would have been completed by now.
But so much time had passed; it could only mean Deanna's condition was dire.
Just as Lance's patience was about to run out, the emergency room doors finally opened.
Old Hughes emerged with doctors behind him pushing Deanna's bed.
Lance immediately approached them and saw Deanna lying unconscious with a pale face and bandages wrapped around her head.
Before he could ask about her condition, Old Hughes spoke up first. "Don't worry; Anna will be alright."