Chapter 3

Then Phoebe was taken to that VIP room by Asher’s men, while he dragged me deeper into the corridor.

"Asher, be gentle!"

He was expressionless, ignoring my words.

I didn’t know what he wanted. My heart was pounding.

Once inside, he tossed me onto the sofa.

His two attendants closed the door and approached me.

"You two, go!" Asher gestured to his attendants, then took out his phone, pointing it at me.

The attendants, as if receiving instructions, smiled wickedly and approached me.

At that moment, I was scared, my voice trembling, almost crying.

"Asher! Don’t do this!"

I shrank back in fear.

"Don’t you love getting into men’s beds? I got two strong bodyguards for you. Isn’t that great?"

The men started tearing at my dress, breaking the straps.

"Asher! I’m begging you! Please, don’t!"

I trembled all over, loudly calling his name.

His knuckles holding the phone turned white. After a pause, he put the phone away.

My dress was torn. No matter how hard I struggled, the men’s disgusting lips still touched my neck and chest.

Asher’s expression changed. He grabbed the men’s hair and threw them back.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Asher’s sudden rage scared the attendants out of the room.

I quickly gathered my clothes, shivering, covering myself tightly.

Asher’s eyes were red, like a beast losing its mind.

He gripped my arms tightly, "Isn’t this what you like? Isn’t this what you did to get into Felix’s bed?"

"I... I didn’t, I... didn’t..."

I buried my head in my arms, trembling uncontrollably, too weak to explain.

Just then, Phoebe kicked the door open, pointed her phone at Asher, and pulled him away, slapping him hard.

"Asher! You beast! If you don’t let us go today, I’ll ruin my career to send you to jail!"

Asher glared at Phoebe, "You think you can stop me?"

I tugged at Phoebe’s sleeve, "Take me away."

Phoebe hurriedly draped her coat over me, gently helping me up, her voice choked, "Let’s go."

As she supported me to the door, she stopped.

"Asher, if you don’t want to regret it, don’t harm Esme again. Otherwise, I’ll make you wish you were dead."

We didn’t turn back and couldn’t see Asher’s expression, but it couldn’t have been good.