"I belong to Asher Land, I beg you, please don’t touch , okay?..." Her delicate face was now bruised and swollen, with tears or sweat from pain mixed with her hair sticking to it, disheveled and pathetic, yet truly pitiable.
Her voice trembled, interrupted, constantly pleading with him.
Sophie Smith knew what Nathan Land wanted to do; he must be trying to bring this man before her to ruin her innocence, then show it to Asher Land and Nolan Davis.
She definitely didn’t want even the last shred of her dignity to be lost. If that were the case, she might as well die right away.
In the end, the man couldn’t bear it. He reached out, and with a ripping sound, he tore open her dress, then stood up and strode out, shutting the door.
Sophie Smith felt relieved; thankfully, the man hadn’t done anything to her. She was still sowhat clear-headed now, knowing she had to leave here imdiately, or soon Nathan Land would make a full scene, and she would beco the laughingstock of everyone.
The handbag was just a few steps away, but she couldn’t reach it with her hand. Struggling, she moved her body toward that direction.
After much effort, she finally got the bag, unzipped it, and took out her phone.
With trembling fingers, she swiped on the phone screen and dialed his number.
Every second felt endlessly long. She tried to keep her eyes open, forcing a bit of clarity into her dizzy mind.
It was unclear how much ti had passed before soone answered the call.
"Help ,..."
...
The door was violently slamd open, and a pair of strong hands lifted her from the ground, hastily carrying her outside.
"Little Sophie, hang in there, I’m taking you to the hospital right away!" Usually calm and composed, Nolan Davis had totally lost his rationality at this mont. Upon seeing her lying on the ground, barely conscious, he felt his world spin.
Half an hour ago, she was fine; how did she suddenly beco like this?
Sophie Smith leaned against his chest, clearly sensing his rapid breathing.
"It hurts,..." Sophie Smith’s consciousness was sowhat unclear now, only muttering about the pain.
"You’ll be okay, Little Sophie, you’ll be okay..." Nolan Davis quickened his pace, fervently reassuring her.
anwhile, in the banquet hall.
Robert Williams approached Asher Land, looking as if he was hesitant to speak.
"If you have sothing to say, just spit it out, stop dithering." Asher Land’s expression was sowhat impatient; indeed, his mood was terrible today.
Usually, at Asher Land’s orders, Sophie Smith’s calls were monitored 24/7, but earlier he heard Sophie Smith make a call for help. He didn’t know whether to tell Asher Land; if Asher found out, he’d definitely leave here without hesitation, ruining the engagent banquet and enraging Nathan Land...
However, if he didn’t inform Asher Land, fearing Sophie’s disaster could complicate matters.
"I’ll give you three seconds to tell what happened." Asher Land sensed sothing was unusual with Robert Williams and felt tense, instinctively thinking about her.
"Did sothing happen to Sophie Smith?"
Robert Williams couldn’t hide it anymore and just nodded.
"Damnit!" Asher Land cursed, threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and walked out of the banquet hall, with Robert Williams following closely behind.
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