Footsteps came from behind, and Monica Usher judged it to be Lydia Ingram. She propped herself up and took a step forward, but before she could make it three steps, a man grabbed her arm and spun her into the room! "Let go!" Monica struggled, her whole body weak. "Let go of me, you’re committing a crime, understand?" Lydia Ingram’s appearance overlapped and blurred in front of her eyes, the room was brightly lit. Monica saw his wicked smile as he pulled her, "Am I afraid of committing a crime? I even dare to kill." These words sent a chill down her spine. He grabbed her waist, "If Justin Kingston doesn’t rescue you, who else will save you in his territory?" "... Did you see it?" This content belongs to novel·fiɾe·net "So, don’t resist ." Lydia Ingram toyed with her hair, his gaze lowering, "Actually, your body is already being honest..." With a forceful shove, he pushed Monica onto the bed! A sense of despair overwhelmed her! Outside the gates of The Sovereign Club, night had already fallen. The valet opened the Lamborghini door, and Justin Kingston sat in the driver’s seat, the door closing softly behind him. "Safe travels, CEO Kingston." He fastened his seatbelt and started the car, his deep eyes staring ahead. After driving a few hundred meters, Justin Kingston still took out his phone and dialed a number, "There’s a woman outside room 305 on the third floor who has been deliberately intoxicated and may be assaulted. Go rescue her, she’s my friend." Following his orders, they quickly arrived, but found no one outside room 305. No one dared to be negligent with CEO Kingston’s instructions. They hurried to check the surveillance and discovered that a middle-aged man had dragged the woman into room 304... When they broke in, Monica Usher had already been assaulted. Several people rushed over, pulled Lydia Ingram off the bed, slapped him a few times, and then punched him hard in the face! In no time at all, they had him knocked down to the ground. Monica grabbed a bedsheet and covered herself with it, some energy within her was released, and she became a little clearer. Justin’s people dragged Lydia Ingram away. Before leaving, one of them glanced at the disheveled woman on the bed and then closed the door. Monica lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in the bright light, "The nightmare came true..." Tears rolled down from the corner of her eyes. She knew that once Lydia Ingram was taken out, he wouldn’t be coming back, and the place was now safe. She also knew these were Justin’s people... Thinking of Justin, her heart once more ached as if pricked by needles. To fall out with someone who didn’t care about her at all and face such consequences, Monica suddenly was at a loss with herself. The Lamborghini headed toward Emerald Cove, the moon was beautiful tonight, the breeze slightly cool. Justin wore a Bluetooth headset, and the gentle and melodious voice of Mia Lane came through, "How long until you get home?" "Five minutes." The smile on his lips was pleasing, sensing a bit of longing from her, "Is there anything you want to eat? I can bring it for you." "You’re almost home." She smiled, "What can you bring from around here?" "If you want something, I can make a detour." "No need." She was in a good mood tonight, "Just come back quickly, I’m waiting for you." The call ended, and the gentle smile at Justin’s lips grew softer, his entire aura exuding warmth. Monica got dressed, washed her face, fixed her hair while looking at herself in the mirror, gathered her emotions, and walked out of the room. As she stepped out of The Sovereign Club, the slightly cool evening breeze jolted her into full alertness. As she continued walking and saw Lydia Ingram’s figure near her car, her face immediately turned cold and grim. How could he still have the face to stay here?!