Love Knows No Bounds

"It hurts a lot to be stepped on by those heels of yours, Ms. Parker." It seemed like Frank was not planning to let Kendall off the hook that easily.

"Then… Why don't you step on me, too?" She tested the water and the glint in his eyes dimmed, making his expression undecipherable.

Kendall had zero idea on what he was planning for her.

Noticing that Frank was staring at Kendall intensely, Yasmine piped up, "President Mendelson, she didn't mean it. Why don't I ask someone to help you get upstairs so that you can be treated?"

Then, he turned to her with a softened gaze and spoke to Yasmine in a gentle tone, "No need for that. Thank you, Miss Zorn."

The indifference was apparent as he told Kendall coldly, "I'll let you off this time for Miss Zorn's sake. However, I have the right to have you bear the responsibility if my foot is swollen tomorrow. "

Kendall was at a loss of words, given her way of dealing with matters was to not run from responsibilities, first and foremost. Besides, she had to take responsibility if his foot was indeed swollen the next day.

After informing her of that, Frank turned around and continued the conversation shared amongst the businessmen, rendering the issue resolved. At the same time, Yasmine glared at Kendall fiercely before heading elsewhere with her friends.

"Are you alright?" Alice stayed instead of following them as she was concerned about Kendall.

"I'm fine."

Alice scrutinized the surroundings before saying in undertone, "From now on, stay by my side and don't wander around alone. Even if you're hiding in a corner, they will still pick on you as long as they wish to do so."

She’s right. Though Kendall remained unobtrusive in a corner, Yasmine came to her nevertheless. Furthermore, Frank, who was not supposed to be anywhere near her, happened to be around the corner with other businessmen. Alice reckoned someone was up to something by pushing Kendall into a fray.

But, where's Dylan? Kendall is now one of Dylan’s people. As long as he's here, no one would dare to lay a finger on her at all.

"Miss Coleman, thank you." Kendall was well aware that Yasmine would not let her off the hook so easily seeing how she failed to embarrass Kendall. Since Kendall did not know what was ahead of her, she decided that it would be best to stay with Alice to avoid further trouble.

"Don't be such a stranger. I must take care of you since you're on Dylan's side after all. They were just acting up because he isn't around here."

The news of Kendall being Dylan's maid had bruited around after Brian brought up the topic intentionally. Tonight, only the prominent figures in Orapolis were present, so that meant everyone from high society was privy to the news. Therefore, even if they were to bully her, they should not do so to Dylan's face unless they were asking for trouble.

"Where's Dylan?"

Alice shook her head. "Beats me. I left for a moment and he's gone. I didn't see him anymore after returning."

"I see," replied Kendall.

On the other side, Dylan was actually settling the score with Jackson for adding something into Kendall’s glass of wine. In the event that she had gulped down the drink, she would have felt her body burning.

Jackson's plan was to have a sizzling affair with her at the parking lot after she had drank the wine. If that plan had worked, he would have been able to put up a facade as a responsible man by marrying her. The Parker Family would then give a green light to their marriage for sure. What a jerk.

At the empty corner in the backyard, Jackson was beaten to a pulp after being dragged over with a sack. While his hands were bound and his vision masked, someone was feeding him alcohol forcefully.

Gulp… He groaned as he struggled to free himself but it was in vain. Since the bitter liquid was plunged into his mouth nonstop.

All the while, Dylan stayed seated in his wheelchair as he watched the scumbag suffering. Ronnie pushed Dylan and they only left the scene after Jackson had gulped all of the alcohol he had prepared for Kendall. The accomplices subsequently released Jackson before fleeing faster than lightning. At last, Jackson was prostrate on the ground as he tried to catch his breath and removed the black cloth covering his eyes. With every ounce of his strength, he propped himself up and scanned the surroundings, but there was no one at all.

Who on earth dragged me here and tortured me?

After wiping off the streak of blood beneath his nose, he stood up and fished out his phone to call Kelly as he clearly could not return to the party in this state.

Kelly answered the call within seconds. "Jackson, what's wrong?"

Her voice was low as she said, "Haven't you already arrived? Where have you been? I don't see you anywhere."