Chapter 54
Even though it was late at night, the traffic on the road was still heavy.
I drove my sports car, honking as I weaved through gaps in traffic. My palms were sweating on the steering wheel. Anxiety had robbed me of any calm—all I could think about was going faster, even faster.
There was still some distance left on the map. I had no idea what had happened to Oscar. Given his experience, he shouldn't have been fooled so easily. If he was sending out a distress message, things must be really serious.
My phone still showed the message I'd sent back to him: [Hang in there, I'm coming right now.]
I anxiously checked it twice, but still no reply from him. My unease grew.
After the traffic finally started moving, I pushed the speed to the max. Ten minutes later, I arrived at the club I'd been to once before. I pulled out the VIP room card Eugene had given me and walked straight in.
Finding the room number, I pounded on the door. The person who opened it was a tall, slender girl with long hair who looked quite innocent—and strangely enough, her features somewhat resembled mine.
The moment she saw me, she looked startled and instinctively tried to close the door again.
I blocked the door with my hand and looked her up and down. "Where's Oscar?"
She swallowed nervously. "Who are you? This is a private club. How did you get in? Leave now, or I'm calling security."
I had no patience for her bluffing. I just pushed a little harder and shoved her aside, walking boldly into the room to discover that besides her, there were three other women inside.
So that's Oscar's "trouble"—four women dead set on sucking him dry.
Draining him probably wasn't the goal—using this as leverage was likely their real plan.
"I don't care who called you here. Leave now, and I won't hold you accountable." I looked at them coldly.
The four women exchanged glances. One of them, a woman with curly hair, stood up from the sofa and casually stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray. "How dare you? Whose girl are you? The club has rules. Are you stealing clients right in their private rooms? Aren't you afraid the boss will get mad?"
I looked at her with contempt. The other women had already started calling for backup. I walked straight toward the bathroom inside and knocked twice on the door. "Oscar, are you okay? Are you still conscious?"
Inside, there was only the sound of running water, no clear response.
The curly-haired woman walked over aggressively and reached out to grab my hair. "Do you know the rules or not? You fucking—"
Before she could finish, I tilted my head and perfectly dodged her hand, then grabbed her curly hair and slammed her hard to the ground. She lost her balance and fell heavily, her head hitting the floor with a loud thud. She screamed and tried to get up twice, but couldn't.
I turned to look at them and warned again. "I already said, leave now, and I won't hold you responsible. Since you want to make trouble, don't blame me for being ruthless."
Over the past three years, I've learned some self-defense. Even if I wasn't that skilled, it was enough to handle women.
I turned back and knocked on the door again. "Oscar, are you in there? Open the door."
There were faint sounds coming from inside the bathroom, but the door didn't open.
In a place like this, they'd either use aphrodisiacs or drugs. Either way, Oscar needed to get to a hospital immediately.
I pounded on the door several more times. "Oscar, it's Emily. Can you hear me? Open the door."
Before Oscar could open the door, several security guards rushed in. Someone quickly called them over. "It's her, she's the one causing trouble. Grab her quick, she just hit Sister Qian."
The woman with wavy hair was slowly getting up with help from her companions. She looked at me with a vicious expression. "Hand her over to Zach. Tell him she came here deliberately to wreck the place."
One of the tall guards came in first. "This chick's pretty hot. Why are you stealing business from our club girls? If you really want men that badly, we can chat privately later."
That voice...
I looked up at him in shock, and it matched the voice in my memory:
"Not bad at all, sweetheart. Rich girl's got herself well taken care of, hasn't she? Your skin's so smooth. I'm guessing you're just as delicate everywhere else."
Seeing me look over, he smiled even more smugly. "You come out with me, and we can settle this privately. If you don't know what's good for you and you meet our boss, you're going to suffer."
I smiled coldly and spoke into my phone. "Are you here yet? Come straight up."
The wavy-haired woman had retreated behind the security guards. Seeing me still daring to call for backup, her face turned livid. "This is a private club. You'd better call plenty of people. When the time comes, we'll charge you with disturbing the peace and teach you a lesson."
I ignored her. Seeing that Oscar hadn't made any sound of opening the door, I started ramming my body against the bathroom door.
The guard who'd spoken earlier got anxious. "Don't be stupid. We're right here, and you still dare to act up? We're grabbing you first."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards behind him rushed in from outside. But before they could reach me, there was a commotion outside. Orderly footsteps approached, and a group of people in matching black suits entered even faster, blocking in front of me and facing down the aggressive guards.
Long ago, I'd hired a professional security team. Most of them were veterans. Compared to these guards, they were more than capable.
I stepped aside and said to one of my people, "Kick the door down."
Without asking any questions, he gathered his strength and kicked at the bathroom door. After just three kicks, the entire door fell down.
I looked inside. Oscar was huddled in the corner, the faucet running full blast, his whole body soaked, his face flushed unnaturally.
Hearing the noise, he looked up at me, but his eyes couldn't focus. He could only bite his lip hard, trying to stay conscious.
I immediately ran over and turned off the shower.
I tried to help him up, but after exerting some force, his whole body seemed limp—I couldn't lift him at all. "Oscar, how are you? Are you okay?"
My voice seemed to work like a spell on him. His body trembled violently. He gripped my wrist tightly, but his body pressed even harder against the wall corner. His voice shook. "Don't come near me. Get out."
His whole body was shaking from the cold, but his palm was burning hot against my wrist, like it was on fire. I quickly figured out that, fortunately, he'd only been given a large dose of aphrodisiac. If he'd been forced to take drugs, things would be much more troublesome later.
"Oscar, can you hear me? It's Emily. I'm taking you to the hospital right now." I tried to stand up and have the bodyguards take him out first, but his grip was too tight—there was no chance of breaking free.
Then I'd just help him up first. But before I could exert any force, he suddenly lunged at me, throwing himself straight at me. Unprepared, I was knocked to the ground.
A burning hot pair of lips kissed me wildly, without any technique, pressing against my lips. His wet, hot tongue tried to pry open my mouth. His hands groped all over my body, his breathing heavy, his movements rough.
Something hard pressed against my lower body. Oscar was moving up and down unconsciously, his reason long gone. All his actions were purely instinctive.
I was stunned by this series of actions. In a moment of carelessness, that slippery tongue had already invaded, found my tongue, and sucked on it hard.
If this continued, the two of us were about to put on a live passionate show in front of everyone. I bit down hard on his tongue, and the instant he pulled back, I quickly shouted at the bodyguards, "What are you standing there for? Pull him off me!"
The bodyguards seemed to finally snap out of it and hurriedly pulled Oscar off me.