The floor was littered with empty bottles, scattered food… and bloodstains. In the corner leaning against the wall, a young woman was only dressed in her underwear, huddled on the ground. Her long hair covered most of her face, as well as the bruises on her body, with pitiful sobs filling the air. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man, drunk, held a bottle in one hand and yanked the woman’s hair with the other hand towards the bed.
What had just happened was clear to everyone. When Kelvin caught sight of the woman barely dressed, he quickly averted his eyes, signaling Uriel to step in and help as he was a married man and it was not appropriate.
On the other hand, Alisha, being a woman herself, couldn’t bear to see such a brute bullying the woman and was about to attack the man, but Uriel promptly restrained her impulsive movements and whispered softly in her ear with warm breath on her earlobe, “Don’t act recklessly, be careful not to alert the enemy.”
“But…”
“We’re not gods, and we still need to consider Mr. Foley’s safety.”
They were treading on someone else’s turf, and there was always a risk of exposure for the three of them. They might end up saving the girl but losing their own lives.
Uriel didn’t mind as he had already written a farewell letter to his family before coming here, but it was different for Mr. Foley.
Alisha clenched her fists tightly, eventually giving up on her idea of saving the woman for now, and replied in a low voice, “I understand.”
After speaking, Alisha was surprised to find Uriel standing so close to her! Why was he speaking so close to her ear? She wasn’t deaf! She quickly took a step back, staring at him with her big eyes in a huff.
If they were in the military, anyone who dared to speak to her like that would have been dragged to the training ground and beaten up.
Uriel thought she was mad at him for not being able to rescue the girl, so he helplessly touched his nose. Were all women so unreasonable? He wondered if Mr. Foley’s beautiful wife was the same.
The sudden intrusion of the three interrupted the actions of the drunken man. He let go of the woman’s hair, kicked her in frustration, and then turned to glare at the three.
When his gaze fell on Alisha, there was a hint of lecherousness on his face, making Miss Walsh almost want to vomit. Being ugly was one thing, but having a beer belly on top of that was intolerable. Though not yet forty, he was already bald.
When the man, Camren, looked at Kelvin, the man’s aura and sharpness couldn’t be restrained, making him slightly sober up. After shaking his heavy head, he placed the bottle on the nearby coffee table and began to inquire about the identities of the three.
Uriel smoothly handed him a cigarette and greeted him while explaining who they were, “I’m Jimmy, recommended by someone to find you for something. This is my sister Tess, and that’s my brother-in-law.”
Kelvin was impressed by Mr. David’s quick thinking – truly a man recommended by Gordon.
Camren, slightly intoxicated, was enjoying Uriel’s hand-rolled cigarette service without thinking much about it.
With a crude demeanor, he squinted his eyes at Alisha, especially… at her breast. Wearing a tight dress only highlighted her figure even more. Her skin wasn’t very fair, but that didn’t matter much to Camren, as he hadn’t seen many women with very fair skin anyway. Only one, who happened to be a fool-what a pity.
As for Jimmy’s “brother-in-law,” he looked like trouble at first glance, but then, in the next moment, Camren discovered that Jimmy’s brother-in-law was just a sickly man with a facade of strength! His face was so pale, even more delicate than a woman’s, with an abnormal flush on his cheeks. He was prissy, holding a white handkerchief over his mouth, coughing intermittently.
If it weren’t for his icy demeanor, Camren might have found him more beautiful than those women. He had dabbled with men before, but none looked as good as the man standing before him.
Kelvin felt the disgust in Camren’s gaze, and his face darkened considerably. Veins popped on the back of his hand, as if he was suppressing something.
Seeing this, Camren felt even more sorry for him and discreetly nudged Jimmy’s arm, “Is your brother-in-law sick? He doesn’t seem well.”
Jimmy wasn’t clueless; he knew Mr. Foley was upset. It was normal for any man to be angry upon realizing he had caught the eye of a repulsive older man.
“Ahem… Yes, my brother-in-law… he has a congenital heart condition and has been fragile since childhood, needing constant rest.”
“What’s more…”
Jimmy avoided speaking directly in front of his brother-in-law and sister, intentionally leading Camren to the other side of the room.
“And what?” Camren urged, “Jimmy, stop dragging it out and just tell me.”
“He… he’s impotent!”
“Pfft!”
Camren never expected a man so tall and robust to be impotent! What a shame for his beautiful wife, missing out on such pleasure. If it were him, things would be different; both men and women would be at his mercy.
“Really? If your brother-in-law is impotent…”
Well, there are other ways to have fun.
To make his story more believable, Jimmy put on a sorrowful expression and sighed deeply, “It’s a tragedy… My sister underwent numerous IVF treatments to conceive, endured over 500 injections, finally succeeded, only to miscarry. The doctor said her body was damaged, making normal pregnancy impossible. And then my brother-in-law… well, he’s incapable… both getting older, pressured by family, they thought of adoption.”
“So… they found you, Camren, right? Heard you have connections, so they decided to come see for themselves.”