In the next second, a scorching, powerful hand seized her arm and dragged her into the room. The door slammed shut. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel(ꜰ)ire.net Chloe Preston leaned against the cold wall, her eyes filled with fear as she stared at him defensively. "Connor Sutton, what are you doing!" Sweat beaded on Connor Sutton’s forehead. He gripped the corners of the table, his face flushed crimson as he desperately tried to control his agitation. He gritted his teeth. "A servant drugged me, trying to climb into my bed. I threw her out!" Chloe glared at him furiously. "Are you insane?! You threw the servant out, so why did you drag me in here?!" she shrieked, moving to open the door. "I’m leaving!" Connor rushed forward, pressing a hand firmly against the door to block her. His gaze burned as he looked at her. "Please, help me." Chloe trembled, her eyes widening in disbelief before she cursed him outright. "You’re a lunatic! There’s something wrong with your head! What kind of fit are you throwing?!" "I will never help you! Don’t even think about it!" She then dashed forward, grabbed an ashtray from the table, and brandished it at him. "I’m warning you, don’t come any closer, or I’ll smash your head in!" Chloe retreated step by step, pulling out her phone with her other hand to make a call. It connected immediately, and Donovan Xavier’s cheerful voice came through. "What is it, babe? Miss me already?" Gripping the phone, Chloe’s eyes reddened as she heard his voice. A sob caught in her throat, her heart pounding with panic, and she broke down completely. "Darling, please come save me!" "Darling, Connor Sutton is trying to assault me! Hurry!" "Donovan Xavier, I’m scared! Please come quickly, I’m so scared..." As she was speaking, the phone was suddenly snatched from her hand and smashed against the floor. She scrambled to pick it up and pressed the screen a few times, but there was no response. It was broken. Connor Sutton seized her arm again. His eyes burned with feverish agitation, and his breathing was ragged. "I’m begging you... please, help me." Chloe violently shook him off and backed away, her face a mask of terror as she watched him defensively. "Connor Sutton, I’m warning you, don’t you dare try anything!" An unbearable heat coursed through Connor’s body. He yanked off his tie with one hand, threw his suit jacket to the floor, and advanced toward her, step by step. "Don’t come any closer!" Chloe cried, thrusting her hands out to stop him. Connor didn’t stop. He walked right up to her and seized her slender wrist. "Let go!" Chloe struggled. "I’m telling you, if you dare touch a single hair on my head today, Donovan Xavier will kill you!" Struggling to suppress the fire raging within him, Connor was drenched in sweat. He scoffed, "You think I’m afraid of him?" "Why do you like him so much? Anything he can give you, I can give you too! Money, cars, houses—anything you want!" Chloe continued to struggle desperately. "Connor Sutton, you need to calm down!" Seeing how she refused to appreciate his offer, Connor’s face darkened. From childhood, there was nothing he wanted that he couldn’t get. Especially when it came to women. With a casual beckon of his finger, countless would fall at his feet. Today, he was determined to make her submit. Connor’s dark eyes narrowed as he reached out to pull her into his arms. Chloe panicked. Her mind went blank as she raised the ashtray in her hand and smashed it against the back of his head. The bloodstained ashtray fell to the floor. The man collapsed, unconscious, blood pouring from the wound. It’s over! It’s over! I killed him! I hit him too hard! "Are you... are you okay?" she stammered, hurriedly crouching down to cautiously check on him. Chloe’s face was deathly pale. Biting her lip, she reached out a trembling hand to check if he was still breathing. The next second, she snatched her hand back. Relief washed over her. He was still breathing. CLICK. The door was suddenly opened. "Young Master, your coffee..." A servant walked in. When she saw the scene before her, the cup slipped from her fingers and crashed to the floor, her pupils shrinking in shock. The servant rushed forward. Looking at the man lying on the ground in a pool of blood, she whipped her head around to face Chloe. "What did you do to our Young Master!" "I hit him," Chloe said, "but don’t worry, he’s still breathing!" Terrified, the servant turned and ran out the door, shouting for all to hear, "Help! The Young Master has been attacked! He’s barely holding on!" Before long, the news had spread throughout the entire Yates Family villa. The man was rushed to the hospital immediately. A servant relayed the news to Old Master Sutton, telling him his grandson was dead. The old man suffered a heart attack on the spot and fainted. The butler quickly arranged for men to carry him into a car and sent him to the hospital as well. When Chloe followed them out, the butler shot her a venomous look and immediately summoned a group of bodyguards. "Quick!" he ordered harshly. "Tie up this murderer!" The bodyguards surged forward, seized Chloe, and began to bind her with a rope. "Who dares touch her!" A low, powerful voice rang out from nearby—icy, severe, and radiating an authority that commanded respect. Chloe knew that voice instantly and looked up. Not far away, a man stood holding a large black umbrella. He was tall and imposing, with an impressively cold aura. He strode forward, his eyes lifting to immediately lock onto Chloe as the bodyguards held her. His brow furrowed. When the butler saw who it was, he frowned and approached. "Mr. Xavier, what brings you to our Sutton Family?" The Xavier and Sutton families had always been at odds and rarely interacted. "I’m here to take my woman home," Donovan Xavier stated. Donovan glanced toward Chloe, his eyes darkening as he sneered, "Your Sutton Family has some real nerve, daring to tie up my woman." Stunned once more, the butler followed his gaze. "She... she’s your woman?" Donovan didn’t answer, just shot him a death glare. The butler shuddered, intimidated by his fierce gaze. Donovan strode directly to Chloe, closed his umbrella, and began to untie her. The bodyguards moved to stop him. He shot them a look, his gaze sharp and chilling. They immediately fell back a few steps. Forget it. This is not a man we can afford to provoke. After untying her, Donovan pulled her into a tight embrace. "Don’t be afraid," he soothed. "I’m sorry I’m late." His embrace was warm and strong, bringing a sense of security. Donovan gently smoothed her hair, his eyes softening as his thumb brushed her cheek. "I’ll take you home." With that, he swept her up into his arms and started to leave. The butler moved to block his path. "You can’t leave!" Donovan’s fury flared, and his voice was as cold as venom. "How dare you try to stop me?" "I’m not around, so the Suttons decide to bully my woman? I’ll settle this score with you all, one by one!"