Cody pulled out his phone and took a look. He’d installed software in Cristelle’s phone to get her location all the time. He couldn’t bear not knowing where she was.
Fritzi only thought the boy was being absent-minded because he missed his mom. He was just a little boy.
“Cody, Candace, I brought you guys new puzzle sets. Why don’t you guys take a look?” Fritzi carried Cody and put him on the sofa. Candace clapped her hands because she liked puzzles the best.
Cody smiled faintly and focused on his cell phone again. Fritzi shook her head, sighing.
****
Cristelle called a taxi and asked the driver to drive to the location Pamela had sent her.
Her head had been buzzing on her way to the private club. Her sister, Claire, had given her everything to make Cristelle safe. When their dad was thrown in jail, he still had a lot of evidence. To shut the man up, those people tried sabotaging the two sisters. But her dad had insisted on exposing other people involved despite his daughters’ safety, dragging many people down with him. Those people hated their guts. Claire owned all the charges they threw at her to ensure her little sister’s safety. She had had to hide. Cristelle hadn’t seen her sister for six years.
She couldn’t let those people hurt Claire anymore.
“Miss, we’ve arrived,” the driver called her out.
Cristelle was only pulled out of her reverie now, realizing she had been crying the whole time. She paid the driver and got out of the car.
Thinking for a second, Cristelle dialed a number before walking into the club. A waiter led her to a private suite, “Miss Friesley, your friend has been waiting for you. Please get in.”
Cristelle walked into the room as the waiter pushed open the door. Pamela was sitting there, clad in a red dress, stirring a cup of coffee before her with a silver spoon, “Sit and have a cup of coffee.”
“I don’t have time for chit-chat. Tell me where’s my sister right now, and I’ll withdraw the charge,” Cristelle snapped quickly.
Pamela laughed coldly, “What’s the hurry? Our problem will be solved today anyway. Of course, a little talk can’t hurt, can it?”
Cristelle sat down across from her, “What do you want?”
“Nothing. It’s been a while since we last sat down and had a cup of coffee together. This is probably the last time we’ll ever see each other. You don’t even want to have a cup of coffee with me?” Pamela sighed, “You don’t like cream, right? I still remember how you like your coffee.”
Cristelle felt a bit complicated as she took a sip from her cup, “We’ve known each other for 20 years. You were not like this before.”
“Does it even matter? People just change. I’m not an exception,” Pamela smiled. She wished Cristelle was dead. She hated it when Cristelle mentioned their past. She used to suck up at Cristelle before.
Cristelle took another sip from the coffee, but the taste was a bit weird. She soon realized something as she put down the cup.
“Pamela, do you know where my sister is or not? Because if you don’t, I really have to leave.”
Standing up from her seat, Cristelle felt her knees buckle. A weird desire started to pool up inside her body.
Was this…
“How… How could you be this despicable?” Cristelle gritted her teeth.
Pamela clapped her hands twice, and two men pushed the door open.
“This woman is all yours. She used to be a lady from a big house. Remember to take some pictures after you’re done with her. I’ll make her suffer,” Pamela hissed, a cold sneer on her face.
“She’s got a pretty face. Don’t worry. We’ll be sure she has a good time,” One of the men lewdly smiled as he approached Cristelle.
“What are you guys waiting for? Do it right now,” Pamela snapped.
The two men carried Cristelle and put her down on a couch. Their hands were all over her body. One of them even took his pants down.
Pamela laughed, enjoying every minute of it.
She had put the strongest date rape drug inside Cristelle’s cup. One pinch of the powder and Cristelle would act like a slut.
Cristelle couldn’t even move. She tried to push the men before her, but she was too weak. “Pamela… Make them stop, or you’ll regret this!”
Pamela was holding her phone, snapping at Cristelle nonstop, “Really? You constantly give me problems, Cristelle. This is what you deserve. You think you’re better than everyone, aren’t you? But look at you now. You look just like a slut.”
“You’ll pay for this! I swear!” Cristelle shouted.
Her clothes have been stripped off, revealing her underwear.
“You’re quite tough, aren’t you?” Pamela laughed, snapping at the two men, “What are you guys waiting for? Take off her bra!”
After getting this on tape, Cristelle would never dare to sue her. If this bitch dared to do anything to sabotage her, she would send the video to everyone. So Cristelle’s children would know who their mom really was.
Cristelle clenched her teeth and waited silently. She could feel their filthy hands against the thin fabric of her underwear. And then…
BANG!
The door was kicked open as a tall figure dashed in. That man grabbed a chair and threw it at the two rapists.
The rapists whipped around furiously, glaring at the man behind them. But when they finally made out the attacker’s face, they both panicked, “Mr-Mr. Barnett? Why are you here?”
They stumbled to put their clothes on.
Cristelle was lying limply on the couch, wearing only her underwear and bra. Bruises and scratches covered her body.
Diego felt his heart was broken into pieces at the scene. He removed his coat and covered it on her body, “Cristelle… Cristelle. I’m so sorry that I’m late.”
Pamela had never expected to see her husband here. She thought everything would go smoothly. Why did he have to show up right now?
How did he even get to know about this?
“Hubby… Don’t protect her! I’ve got everything on video, and we will be screwed soon. After we get this, she will never dare to…”