In the Kings Dominion Nightclub, the largest den of indulgence in Northmarch, the neon lights were extravagant, creating waves of heat. "Bitch! Will you sell or not? Ill pay you a hundred thousand for the night, and Ill make sure you enjoy it!" Lance Reddaway, the notorious heir, threatened the wine seller. He was well-known in high society for his reckless behavior, and he had set his sights on this particular wine seller tonight!
Standing by, Claire Randall was unmoved by his offer and replied indifferently, "Mr. Reddaway, I only sell wine, not my body. If you wish to order a table, I can call one of our most attentive princesses to serve you."
Lance, who was used to humiliating people with money and had never been humiliated by a woman, became furious: "Damn it, dare to talk back to me? Ill strip you naked in front of everyone!"
Claire felt a sense of dread and wanted to leave, but it was too late. Lance moved quickly, grabbing her and throwing her roughly into a booth in the corner of the dance floor. Her skirt was torn open, revealing her fair, long legs, causing the surrounding men to gasp in excitement.
"Get off me! Take your dirty hands off!" Claire struggled desperately.
Lance coldly grabbed her wrist and ordered his men to pour strong liquor down her throat. The spicy liquid burned as it went down, splashing on her face and smudging her deliberately heavy makeup. Claire choked, looking utterly disheveled, and bit her lip, "Alright, you want it? Ten million! Im still a virgin. Ill accompany you if you give me ten million!"
Her makeup was smeared, and she was afraid of being recognized. Her face was well-known throughout Northmarch, delicate and charming, with extremely high recognizability.
Lance looked at her, slowly narrowing his eyes, "Oh, such an appetite? Let me see what youre made of, thinking youre so valuable?"
He roughly wiped off her deliberately applied heavy makeup until her true appearance was revealed!
This time, Lance felt like he had struck gold, whistling excitedly as he ogled her, "No wonder youre so flirtatious and fierce, youre the Dashwood second miss that every man in Northmarch dreams of sleeping with! Ive hit the jackpot today!"
Upon hearing that Mr. Reddaway had caught the missing Dashwood second miss, the area around the booth was immediately surrounded by a crowd!
Claires face turned cold, and she squeezed out the words with difficulty, "Ten million."
"Youre asking me for ten million? You still think youre Miss Dashwood? Logan Echolls has a bounty of ten million for your head; sleeping with you is a profitable business. Do you think Im going to pay you?!"
Lances words, each one, were heart-wrenching!
Claire bit her lip tightly, feeling the humiliation and pain!
It was really ridiculous. She had been so meticulous in hiding and still faced the danger of being killed, just to earn a days medical expenses for her brother.
But just half a month ago, she was still the Dashwood second miss, the fiancée of the stock god Logan Echolls, who was adored in the palm of his hand.
Everything changed overnight, from heaven to hell!
The cold wind howled, and she looked at death with cold eyes: "Youre dreaming!"
With her words, she stabbed a self-defense knife into Lances shoulder blade, and blood spurted out instantly!
The knife was something Claire had hidden for self-defense.
"Damn it, bitch!" Lance was in so much pain that he lost control, squinting with anger, and slapped Claires face!
The force was so great that it knocked Claire off the sofa!
Her forehead hit the marble table with a bang, and the numbing pain made her eyes sparkle with stars!
Cold sweat, under the light, her face was pale!
Gritting her teeth and enduring the pain, she forced herself to get up and run!
"Stop her for me!" Lance roared, covering the bleeding wound, his face ferocious!
But at this moment, at the entrance of the nightclub, a group of tall men in black suits passed by, surrounding a tall and upright man who was leaving with great momentum, as if gathering all the light of the world, and then disappeared from her sight.
This group of people attracted a lot of attention.
Claire did not hesitate at all and rushed straight to the exit.
"What are you all doing! Catch her! Bring this bitch back to me!!"
Seeing a group of people chasing after her.
Claire had only one thought, which was to escape.
But no one could have imagined that she would desperately cling to Edward Cullen!
Outside the nightclub, the black convoy had the car doors open and was waiting.
Edward Cullen, surrounded by bodyguards, was about to get in the car when he was suddenly hugged by a woman who came out of nowhere!
The bodyguards were caught off guard.
Claire fell to her knees in front of the man, tightly holding the mans long and straight suit pants leg, "Sir, can you help me? Can you let me hide in your car?"
"Who is this person! What are you doing!" The bodyguards, with cold faces, wanted to pull this sudden crazy woman off Edward Cullen!
But Claire refused to let go, desperately clinging to the mans thigh.
Her fingernails were so tight that they pinched into the mans flesh!
Edwards action of getting in the car stopped, his eyebrows tightened instantly, and he glanced coldly at the woman entangled on him.
He was tall and handsome, wrapped in a tailor-made black suit and trousers, even the shirt inside was black, and his deep facial features were dimly visible in the flickering night, as if covered with a dark and captivating breath——
"Let go!"
The cold voice was like a sharp tool passing by!
The well-trained bodyguards heard the mans voice drop a few degrees, and without hesitation, they grabbed Claires shoulders and tried to pull her off Edward Cullen!
"What kind of person are you? Let go now! Dont force us to be tough!" The bodyguards scolded!
Claires hand holding the man was forcibly pulled off, "Dont leave me, help me!"
Edward Cullens cold and heartless step got into the car, and the atmosphere around him cooled to the freezing point.
The bodyguards directly dragged her, trying to throw her out!
The car window slowly went down, and the mans profound and mature eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the dark, lightly scanning the danger that was brewing not far away.
The cold voice drifted in the night.
"Let her get in the car."
Claire seemed to have found a life-saving straw, stumbled into the car, looked up while climbing, and was grateful: "Thank you for your help just now. I really appreciate it..."
But when she saw the other partys face clearly, she was stunned.
The mans aura was natural, his cold thin lips tightly pursed, a layer of sweat on his forehead and neck, a pair of deep and sharp eyes fell on her unscrupulously.
He was handsome, noble and sharp, a bit thinner than five years ago, but more deep and mature, cold and calm.
A faint smell of medicinal herbs filled the car.
Claires heart was dazed, and her fingers, which were curled together, unconsciously turned white and tense, and even her breathing was congested with pain.
Edward Cullen, the most low-key and mysterious man in Northmarch, who was as rich as a country.
And he was the person she used to love the most.