Hans voice exploded in Sarahs ears, and Sarah was stunned, lying at Hans feet, her eyes full of disbelief.
Was she hallucinating?
Cheryl isnt dead?
How could Cheryl not be dead?
While Sarah was still immersed in shock, her chin was suddenly grabbed by Hans, forcibly raised, forcing her to look at him.
"Do you want to retaliate?"
The sharpness in Hans eyes made Sarah tremble a bit, so much so that Sarah didnt notice that in addition to sharpness, there was a bit of disappointment and pain in Hans eyes.
"Is it, I am going to retaliate." Sarah was flustered in her heart, and she admitted it subconsciously, if she explained, Hans would definitely guess the whereabouts of that wild man.
The person who killed Cheryl to save her, she would not betray.
Hans grip on Sarahs chin increased, pinching her painfully, but she still looked at him without retreat.
He sneered, and asked again, "You really want to retaliate?"
The anger in Hans eyes was gradually increasing, making Sarahs fear increase a bit more, but more than that, there was a sense of helplessness and self-mockery from the past.
"I learned it while working in the bar for a long time, naturally, I have my own channels." Sarah said, trying to turn her head to the side, not looking at Hans.
But her chin was pinched by Hans with even more strength.
She frowned in pain.
If Hans increased his strength a bit more, her chin might break.
Hans sneered coldly, his expression seemed to be coated with ice, cold, enough to make people shiver.
He released his grip on Sarahs chin, then reached out and pushed Sarah, and she fell to the ground without any resistance.
The ground was not smooth, and some of the small stones were sharp and thin, hurting her a bit.
She supported herself on the ground with her hands, trying to sit up when a shadow suddenly fell in front of her.
She felt uneasy in her heart, even if she wanted to crawl away, she was already turned over by a great force, facing the pressing Hans.
Hans actions were not gentle at all, domineering and forceful, tearing her clothes.
The sound of clothes being torn echoed in this quiet and empty place.
Hans actually did this to her in the wild, in front of so many people.
Sarah felt as if her heart had sunk into an ice cellar, and gradually, even her limbs seemed to have no feeling.
The bodyguards nearby had already turned their backs to Hans and Sarah tactfully, looking straight ahead, like statues that would not be affected even if the sky fell.
Hans rough actions, Sarah silently endured.
Seeing Sarah not resisting, like a dead fish waiting to be carved, Hans anger intensified, and his actions became more violent.
There was almost no cover on her body.
A tear quietly fell from the corner of Sarahs eye, falling on the ground covered with small stones, moistening a few small stones.
Suddenly, a bodyguard nearby said, "Mr. Hans, there is a situation."
The anger in Hans eyes had not subsided, but he got up and left Sarah, then quickly took off his coat and threw it on Sarah.
Sarah felt the temperature on her body for a moment of confusion.
Before she could recover from the confusion, a voice that was a nightmare to her exploded in her ears.