Once a Doormat, Now Untouchable

Chapter 112 "Of course I can!" Victor agreed at once, his hands already sliding around to Sydney's back, desperate to rip open her gown. Her face was soft and delicate, so her chest had to be even better. Sydney's arms crept around his shoulders, her slender fingers weaving into his hair as she whispered in a weak, sweet voice," The zipper isn't in the back, it's on the side." Victor was entranced by her soft words and soft body. He lowered his head, fumbling along her side until he found the zipper tab. Suddenly, a sharp pain split through his skull. "Fuck!

Bitch!" he roared and shoved her away with violent force. Sydney slammed against the wall, her body limp and powerless, nearly crumpling to the floor. It took her a long moment to steady herself. Seeing that he could still shout that loud, her palm went clammy with panic. Her strength was too weak. Maybe the needle hadn't worked the way she hoped. Clutching his head, Victor sneered as he staggered toward her, "Damn it, you really want me to-" Before he could finish, his body crashed to the floor. At the same time, a deafening bang rattled the hotel room door.

up anytime soon. Her mind went blank. She slid down beside the nightstand and collapsed to the floor. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat soaked her skin, and fear rattled her bones. Julian burst into the room and froze. There she was, curled on the floor, trembling like a fragile fawn.

slowly, gently. He shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over her ruined dress, crouched down, and stroked

palm like beads from a broken strand. They were scalding him and fueling his killing intent. When she was younger, she had never cried like this. Back then, she