Chapter 30
After Cassandra was untied, she gently moved her sore, numb wrists and swept her gaze across the abandoned factory, trying to find a tool or an exit she could use.
The bald man shattered her hopes and warned, “Bitch, you’d better have, or you’re in for a world of hurt.”
Cassandra pretended to be weak, her voice laced with a hint of flattery. “Sir, I don’t know anything. It’s my first time…”
The two kidnappers immediately perked up at that. The scar–faced man suddenly pulled out his phone and turned on the video recording function.
A bad feeling surged in Cassandra’s gut. Her dark eyes widened in alarm. “You… What are you trying to do?”
“Don’t take it personally. We’re just doing what we were paid to do. Someone wants dirt on you. Besides, we need something to hold over you. If you go straight to the cops and rat us out, we’re screwed.”
“Please, I swear I won’t report you. I promise…”
Damn it. It had to be Clara behind this. That vicious woman wanted to ruin Cassandra completely.
The bald man said coldly, “That’s not up to you anymore.”
With that, the two men advanced toward Cassandra. She was ready to go down fighting. She would rather die than let these animals have their way with her.
The scar–faced man eagerly reached for her collar. She kept retreating step by step.
With one forceful tug, he ripped it open. The fabric tore easily, revealing a pink bra strap and her pale skin. The scar–faced man gulped at the sight.
They had hit the jackpot this time. This was a catch. Her skin was smooth and soft. Just imagining touching it made him crazy. He couldn’t wait any longer.
The bald man was so excited that his hands fumbled clumsily.
Cassandra’s eyes turned red with fury, but she’d been driven into a comer, powerless to stop them. She glared at them like a lioness ready to strike. She wanted to kill them.
Then, suddenly, Cassandra spotted an iron rod in the corner. She backed into that corner, intending to grab it and fight to the death.
However, the bald man saw it first. He kicked the rod away, and his disgusting hands lunged at her.
Just then, a loud bang echoed. The iron door was kicked down, clattering to the floor and sending up a cloud of dust.
A tall man stormed in, dressed in a black suit, his steps steady and powerful. Cassandra’s tears of relief finally spilled out when she saw Tristan.
He was finally here.
Tristan took in her torn clothes, and his eyes turned cold and sharp like a blade being drawn. He charged forward and kicked the bald man away, then quickly took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around her.
Cassandra’s eyes turned red in an instant. Like someone who had just grabbed hold of a lifeline, she clutched the jacket tightly.
“Cassie, are you okay?” Tristan asked in a low voice, his tone trembling slightly.
She shook her head, gripping his clothes tightly. “I’m okay. Thank you. Thank God you came, Tristan.”
A flash of tenderness passed through his eyes, but it was quickly replaced with icy rage and an unmistakable murderous intent.
“You two have a death wish.” |
His gaze was dark and terrifying, clearly still not satisfied. He followed up with a few more brutall The two men were completely stunned, getting sent flying and landing hard on the ground…
the two kidnappers.
