Sirens wailed outside. The police were here.
The men in the villa heard the sound and scrambled to get dressed, trying to flee.
But as they ran downstairs, they were caught by the police one by one.
Wendy Hayes directed her officers upstairs to make arrests, her eyes shining with irrepressible excitement.
’A promotion!’
’I’m getting a promotion when I get back.’
She’d just busted the city’s biggest den of vice. If the chief didn’t promote her for this, she was going to raise hell.
Caleb Sinclair ran straight upstairs. He knew a little about this villa and the habits of those animals.
Just as he reached the third floor, he saw Leon Sterling running out of a room, carrying someone. The person in his arms, Hazel Sinclair, was covered in blood from head to toe.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she looked battered and bruised.
"What happened to her?" Caleb Sinclair demanded, looking at the two of them.
"Those men drugged her. She did this to herself to stay conscious," Evelyn Kendrick said calmly from the side.
"Director Sinclair, this whole place needs to be taken down."
Leon Sterling carried her downstairs and rushed toward the exit, speaking to her constantly.
"Hazel, just hang on a little longer. I’m taking you to the hospital."
Wendy Hayes glanced at the woman in Leon Sterling’s arms from a distance, then called out, "The drug is taking full effect! She can’t wait until the hospital."
"It’s best to take care of it on the spot."
Hearing Wendy Hayes’s words, Leon Sterling’s running steps came to a dead halt.
"Take care of it on the spot?" Leon Sterling’s voice was filled with disbelief.
He couldn’t accept having sex with Hazel Sinclair here.
Wendy Hayes walked over, took Hazel Sinclair’s wrist, and began to check her pulse.
After checking, Wendy Hayes looked at him with a grave expression. "Yes. She was drugged a while ago. If she keeps holding it in without release, it will cause her physical harm."
"In a mild case, she could have difficulty getting pregnant. In a severe one, her organs could be damaged."
Hazel Sinclair writhed in his arms, murmuring, "I feel awful... so awful."
"I’m so hot... my body feels awful."
Hazel Sinclair gasped for breath, her hands roaming over Leon Sterling’s body.
At the same time, her lips sought his desperately, kissing him blindly in a display of sheer impatience.
Seeing her state, Evelyn Kendrick said bluntly, "Go. Help her take care of it now."
"I’ll stand guard for you outside."
Caleb Sinclair didn’t hesitate. He found a clean room on the first floor and pushed them inside.
"Go help my sister get some relief. If anything happens to her, you’re dead."
And just like that, Leon Sterling was standing in the room, holding her, as the door SLAMMED shut behind him.
"Leon Sterling, I feel so awful... Why won’t you help me?"
Barely conscious, Hazel Sinclair panted as she looked at him. "Why won’t you help me?"
"They wanted me... I got away... You can’t despise me for it." Hazel Sinclair’s hands fumbled over his body.
Leon Sterling laid her on the bed, cupped her face with one hand, and kissed her directly.
The coppery taste of blood spread between their mouths, but Leon Sterling didn’t care in the slightest.
"I’m sorry," Leon Sterling whispered, his hands gripping her waist, and then he began.
’If it weren’t for me, Hazel Sinclair would never have set foot in this villa.’
’It’s all my fault. I was too soft-hearted, too trusting of the people around me. That’s what led to all this trouble.’
Hazel Sinclair had lost all her inhibitions, surrendering to whatever brought her relief.
Outside the door, Evelyn Kendrick stood with her arms crossed, holding a baseball bat. Her face was dark, and she looked like a fearsome guardian deity.
The men and women in the villa were all handcuffed and loaded into police cars. In an instant, the entire villa fell silent.
Thankfully, the rooms in the villa were well soundproofed; Hazel Sinclair’s cries from inside the room couldn’t be heard at all.
Wendy Hayes had arrested so many people, and all of them were prominent figures.
She was already planning how she’d celebrate when she got back.
"Director Sinclair, thank you for this performance bonus," Wendy Hayes said, finding Caleb Sinclair and giving him a sweet smile.
"I’m definitely getting promoted this time."
Caleb Sinclair nodded. "Mm, good luck with that."
Wendy Hayes glanced at the tightly shut door, then asked in a low voice, "Should I call a doctor over?"
"Even though the drug is being dealt with, she’s covered in injuries. A doctor should still check on her."
Evelyn Kendrick, standing by with her arms crossed, answered directly, "Do it."
"Call the family doctor over."
"I know a great doctor. I’ll call them for you," Wendy Hayes said to her, then took out her phone and started dialing.
After finishing the call, Wendy Hayes was about to say something else when a police officer walked over. "Captain Hayes, all the suspects have been taken away."
"Pack it up, we’re heading back," Wendy Hayes said immediately.
"Yes, ma’am."
The police had packed up, but the two of them couldn’t leave yet.
Leon Sterling hadn’t come out yet; the drug’s effects hadn’t completely worn off for Hazel Sinclair.
Only the two of them were left in the vast living room of the villa.
"How do you plan to deal with those people?" Evelyn Kendrick asked, looking at Caleb Sinclair who was standing nearby.
Before he could answer, Evelyn continued, "I’m going to ruin Vincent Hawthorne’s reputation completely. And I’ll make those other men suffer."
"Especially those four in the room. If they’re not taught a lesson, they’ll never learn that what they did is a crime." Evelyn Kendrick’s expression was incredibly dark, and her voice turned ice-cold.
Caleb Sinclair stood with his hands in his pockets, gazing at the scenery and the trees outside. He spoke coldly, "A decade or so in prison should give them time to cool off."
Hearing this, Evelyn Kendrick raised an eyebrow. ’Not bad,’ she thought.
Inside the room, Hazel Sinclair regained some awareness. Someone’s arms were around her waist, moving constantly. Her heart clenched. ’After fighting for so long... did I still fail to defend myself?’
Seeing that she was lucid, Leon Sterling leaned in to kiss her, but before his lips could touch hers, he was met with a sharp slap from Hazel Sinclair.
The force of it snapped his head to the side, and the sound was exceptionally loud.
’It’s over...’
Hazel Sinclair felt her world go dark. ’After struggling for so long, was I still unable to change the plot?’
"Hazel, it’s me," Leon Sterling said, his voice hoarse. "It’s not over."
Hearing the familiar voice, Hazel Sinclair froze. When she clearly saw his face, she immediately threw her arms around Leon Sterling’s neck, and large tears began to stream down her face.
"Leon Sterling, I thought it was over for me," she sobbed.
She broke down into racking sobs.
Leon Sterling gently patted her back, comforting her. "It’s okay. I’m here now."
"This all happened because of me. I’m the one who did this to you," Leon Sterling said, filled with self-reproach.
"It’s all Vincent Hawthorne’s fault! He’s the one who did this to me!" Hazel Sinclair sobbed, refuting his words.
After her retort, she raised her hand and slapped him again. "It’s your fault too! If you hadn’t brought him up to that position, how could a poor nobody like him ever have gotten close to me?"
"When you get back, you have to deal with him for me. If you can’t, we’re getting a divorce."