Arwen paused, her eyes growing stubborn. "... you aren’t going to stop me from finding out the one who did this to me." "Husband," she cut in, not allowing him to refuse her. "I promise I won’t try to remember the past I have forgotten, but this one thing, I am not going to accept. I need find out to move on from this. I am going to ask Granna. And you can’t stop me from that." Meanwhile, at the same time, back in the restaurant — Zenith tried to keep her rationality, but under the doze of the dug, it simply seemed slipping away. Her legs felt weak, yet she tried her beast to avoid the three men who were eyeing her like prey. She stepped back desperately but carefully, holding the edge of the table, chair whatever helped her. But with every step she backed away, those three men walked towards her, their look so dirty that she wanted to dig a hole just so that she could escape from them. "Y-you are going to be the partners with Foster Ventures. Don’t do this. At our company, there are strict rules against it and our CEO doesn’t —" She tried to say anything that would make them change their intentions. However, those men were just too drunk to realize how wrong were their thoughts. Before she could finish her words, they interrupted her — "Don’t worry Foster Ventures might have strict rules but we aren’t working for Foster Ventures. We are working with them as partners and that alone changes the rules for us." "Yes, Ms. Zane, don’t worry. We will take care of you, your body and your concerns so well that you won’t have to fear anyone. Just surrender to us. Haha ..." "Also, CEO Foster is young. He might have his fair play of such pleasures. When we will tell you how fascinated we were with his secretary, he wouldn’t mind us taking you for a night. After all, tomorrow we are going to become the partners." "No ... No," Zenith shook her head. "R-Ryan Sir isn’t like that. If he comes to know about this, he isn’t going to tolerate it. He will punish you guys. So let me go and I won’t mention it to him." The men paused when they heard her. And for a moment, Zenith though that they finally understood and would let her go. But the next moment, exchanging gazes with each other, they started laughing. Then turning to Zenith, they scoffed together. "He won’t tolerate and punish us?" one of them repeated. "Really? Who do you think we are Secretary Zenith?" "We are going to partner with CEO Foster so that both of our company make profits together. Do you think just for you — a mere secretary, he would be willing to let go those profits that would keep his company going for success?" Zenith stiffened when she heard them. She didn’t want to believe them, but when she carefully thought of their words, she felt like they were saying right. She was nothing but a normal secretary. And they were the partners who will not just bring one-time profits but also several opportunities. Will Ryan choose her? Just as she was thinking, the third man answered her. "He might choose you." She glanced at him. Her vision was blurry but she could still make out the sleazy smirk on his face, faint but clearly there. The other two mean also turned to look at him as if they didn’t understand what he meant. And then he laughed. "What? Don’t look at me like that." Gesturing towards Zenith, he explained, "Ms. Zane has the charms. If her looks could seduce us, it could seduce CEO Foster as well. Maybe if he arrives now, he might choose to join us." He finished his words and the three erupted in another loud laughter. The more Zenith heard them the weaker she started feeling. It was like their words were diminishing her hope ... her will to survive the night. She doesn’t want to believe Ryan to be like that man they were portraying her, but the situation she was stuck in with no one to help her, she could help but get more pessimistic about everything. "Now, let’s not delay more." The three men resumed walking towards her, rubbing their hands as though they were aching to touch and trample her between their hands. "Aye ... I can’t wait more. I need to taste her. Especially those lips that always lifts up to form that beautiful yet sexy smile." Zenith tried to move away, but she could no longer feel her legs. She was sweating profusely and that was making her feel dizzier. Shaking her head, she tried refuse ... to run away, but before she could even take a step away, a hand gripped her, pushing her onto the couch that was around. "No ... n-no, please don’t do this ... let me go," she struggled, but she could no longer fight. Her hands were pressed down and so were her legs. From her blurry vision, she saw them undoing their buttons and belts, and knowing what was coming next, tears slipped from her eyes. Although their touches were soothing the burn she was feeling beneath her skin, they were making her feel dirty. Was she really going to get ruined tonight? Closing her eyes, she cried bitterly. And the more the men saw her like that, the more excited they became. "Let me go first with her. I suggested this idea." She heard someone say and she didn’t even dare to open her eyes to see who it was. Maybe this was her fate —a fate against which she couldn’t fight anymore. She was about to give up when suddenly the door of the room was knocked down. She opened her eyes to look but because of the chairs in the middle and the blurry vision due to the drug, she couldn’t tell who it was. Just when she felt desperate to grab the silver of hope, she heard one of the man mutter, "CEO Foster!"