Jonathan delivered a swift slap across Charlotte’s face, sending her crashing to the ground with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth.
“Damn it! You wench! You should consider it a blessing that I even look at you. How dare you resist me?” Jonathan cursed, his cheek stinging from the blow.
“My grandfather said that as long as you please me, this deal will go through. Why are you being so stubborn?”
“Don’t worry, the medicine will kick in soon, and then you’ll be begging for my touch.”
He pulled out a vial, pouring a few granules into his mouth. “Today, I’ll make sure you have a good time.”
Jonathan, a thug at heart, had used every despicable trick in the book.
Grinning menacingly, he grabbed her collar. “I’ll even record some videos for you, so you can watch yourself enjoying my company.”
“You! You’re despicable!”
“Despicable? Heh, I’ll make sure you get a good look at your own debauchery later,” Jonathan smirked wickedly.
Charlotte struggled to her feet, feeling weak and feverish, her cheeks burning hot. The effects of the drug were taking hold…
As Jonathan leered at her with a sinister smile, Charlotte’s face turned pale in terror. She wondered if Quentin had received her urgent call earlier.
“Miss Pittman, now that you’re here, you might as well enjoy yourself. This place is surrounded by my people. No one’s coming to save you, so stop dreaming.”
Jonathan started to undress, his darting eyes fixed on Charlotte.
“My man is right outside. If you touch me, he will make you pay,” Charlotte gritted her teeth.
“Even better. Let him come. I might find it even more exciting! Hahaha.”
Meanwhile, in the KTV hall, Quentin’s phone vibrated suddenly, alerting him. He immediately checked and saw that it was a call from Charlotte. He tried calling back, but no one answered.
“Damn it.”
Muttering a curse under his breath, Quentin’s eyes turned cold. He stood up and quickly scanned through the room numbers, searching for the one he had noted down earlier.
“Sir!”
“This is an area only accessible to high-end VIPs. You need to leave immediately,” several burly security guards in uniform said sternly, blocking Quentin’s path.
“Otherwise, we will have to escort you out.”
Quentin’s gaze turned icy as he strode towards them. “Get out of the way-”
Charlotte was in trouble inside, and these guys dared to stop him? They were asking for trouble!
“Attack!”
The guards exchanged glances and charged at Quentin, attempting to subdue him with their batons.
However…
Like a gust of wind, they suddenly felt a sharp pain, and before they knew it, they were all flying through the air, crashing to the ground and spitting blood…
Quentin’s tall and imposing figure stomped past them.
“What the…”
The guards broke out in a cold sweat.
“Is this guy a monster? It seems like we’ve stumbled upon a formidable martial artist… We need to inform the boss that there’s trouble!”
Despite being skilled security personnel, taking on a few ordinary people was a piece of cake, they couldn’t make sense of this man’s movements!
“Inform the boss immediately-”
Quentin’s expression was stern as he swiftly scanned the room numbers at each door…
Finally, his steely gaze locked onto a particular room!
From inside, a man’s arrogant laughter could be faintly heard…
Rage surged through Quentin. He clenched his fist and shattered the door, stepping inside with long strides!
The sudden intrusion caused Jonathan’s face to pale, and he turned to the door.
“Who’s the idiot trying to ruin my good time?”