In the pitch blackness, replaced by bright light. Ava Sterling squinted instinctively. At that moment, the person on the ground suddenly sprang up, grabbed Ava, and threw her onto the bed. With a dull thud, Ava hit the wall. But her body instinctively assumed a defensive posture, so although it hurt, she wasn’t injured. Only now did Ava finally realize the strength of this person. Just moments ago, he was toying with her like a cat with a mouse, and she had easily thrown him to the ground, but now he was serious. She was afraid she wasn’t his match. Looking toward the man, Ava’s eyes were filled with ferocity. But as she looked, Ava furrowed her brows. Blonde hair, blue eyes, sinister gaze, strong body, this was the man who came with Joyner. Ava’s face darkened; she was wondering why Joyner was so indifferent tonight, turns out she was waiting for this. With a curl of her lips, Ava quickly rolled over and kicked directly at the man. Hide, that’s not Ava Sterling. Run, that’s even less Ava Sterling! The man’s eyes showed interest as he reached out, caught Ava’s leg, and pulled her in. There was no way Ava would let herself be caught obediently; she twisted her body and kicked heavily at the man’s chest. But the man merely took two steps back, unfazed. He looked at his chest, patted the invisible dust off, and walked toward Ava again. Ava squinted her eyes, sizing him up from head to toe; his robust physique clearly showed he was trained. And not just any training. Hard tactics won’t work, soft ones are needed. With this in mind, Ava swiftly jumped off the bed, lunged directly at the man, and wrapped herself around him, twisting his neck. The man wasn’t easy to deal with either; he spun around, intending to slam her to the ground. Ava realized his intention and quickly released him, trying to jump off. But the man seized her hands and feet, pinning her down, then grabbed Ava’s leg, pressing her against the wall, intending to kiss her. Ava directly headbutted the man, then bit his ear. At this moment, the man was furious and flung Ava away. Ava rolled onto the ground, quickly propped herself up with her palm, her body low, kneeling on one knee. She wasn’t injured, but her lips bore bloodstains, the bright red blood staining her lips, making them even more vibrant. She looked at the man’s ear, blood trickling down his fingers, shocking to see. Ava’s lips curled into a smile, speaking coldly, "Touch Ava Sterling, and if it’s not of Ava Sterling’s will, I’ll make sure you’ll lose something!" The man was thoroughly enraged now; he didn’t want to play with Ava anymore, released his grip, and strode toward her, his steps fast and large. Ava keenly sensed the sharp, chilling wind rushing toward her face, cutting like knives. She swiftly glanced around and immediately stood up, grabbing trinkets from the wall shelf to throw at the man. Everything within sight that could be thrown, she hurled at the man, creating a chaotic clatter. But the man simply raised a hand to shield his face, his steps unyielding. Seeing the completely unfazed man, Ava grabbed a porcelain vase thoroughly prepared to smash it at him. But unexpectedly, the man suddenly sped up and grabbed her throat, lifting her off the ground. Ava instantly couldn’t breathe, even losing the strength to hold the vase. However, her mind remained clear, unfaltering; she tightened her grip on the vase, ready to smash it against the man. But the man was incredibly fast and aware of her intention, grabbing Ava’s wrist and twisting it before she could smash the vase at him. With a crack, Ava’s wrist broke. The porcelain vase fell to the ground, shattering into pieces. Ava’s face turned pale with pain, but she didn’t make a sound. The man showed a hint of admiration, but in the next second, he tossed Ava to the ground. This time, Ava couldn’t react as quickly, crashing heavily to the floor, her chest throbbing with dull pain. She lay on the ground, unable to react further. She was in pain, likely suffering internal injuries. Seeing Ava unable to resist anymore, the man removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt, walking toward her. Ava heard the footsteps approaching, opened her eyes, and saw the man, his chest covered in coarse hair. Her fingers reached out, clutching something; Ava Sterling would never succumb. Even in death, never! Her hand grasped a shard of porcelain; Ava clenched it in her palm, gazing icily at the man. The man saw the shard in her hand, but it didn’t bother him. He pulled out his belt and came before her. Then Ava sprang up, slashing at the man. The man reacted quickly, grabbing her hand with the shard and twisting it, crack, breaking this hand as well. At that moment, Ava’s face turned completely pale, void of any color. Updates are released by novel·fire.net She glared at him, biting toward the man, but he seized her broken wrists, twisting them together. Instantly, a searing pain shot through Ava’s mind, almost making her faint. The man started to bind Ava’s hands with his belt, intending to assault her forcefully. Ava was in agonizing pain, barely able to breathe, but as long as she had a breath left, she wouldn’t let anyone humiliate her . Raising her foot, she attempted to kick him, but the man anticipated her move and prepared to break her leg too. And at that moment, bang!