Stuck in you

Interceding with Jack seemed impossible. Rachel looked at Celine instead.

Celine was the woman that Jack had been wooing so many years.

Rachel wasn't an expert in reading people. But she now realized that Celine was just one of those white-collared workers with a pretty face. Whatever was going on between Jack and Celine, Rachel did not have any interest to know. However, she didn't expect her brother to get involved.

But Rachel couldn't understand why Celine acted as if it had nothing to do with her. Everything that was happening today was because of her, wasn't it?

"What happened today, Miss Duan, is definitely my brother's fault. He knows he was wrong. I hope you can forgive him."

This time, Rachel was placing her hope on Celine to persuade Jack to let her brother go.

Unfortunately, Celine simply ignored her. She stood up, looked down at Jack, and impatiently said, "Leave me alone with my business, Jack. Isn't he your brother-in-law? I don't think you are going to punish him. You are just acting."

Then, Celine turned and walked towards the door.

The cigarette between Jack's fingers dropped to the floor. As he stared at Celine's back, he barked, "Cut his hands off!"

With eyes wide open, Rachel quickly made her way to Eric.

Hearing the order, two of Jack's men restrained Eric by holding him on his shoulders. The other one was moving towards the knife. His hands pressed on a chair, Eric was on his knees and trembling with fear.

he called Rachel for help.

knife up, Rachel grabbed a wine bottle on the table and smashed it against

The bottom of the bottle hit the corner of

couldn't believe what Rachel did and just stared at her. His hand now turned

were shocked by this unexpected situation. Celine

the bodyguard stopped from picking up the knife. He, then, looked at Jack for

as dark as ink, he stared at the glass of wine in his hand,

Duan, please forgive him for offending you," Rachel said with the broken bottle in her

at Rachel. Then, she continued to walk towards the

fast. She threw the remnants of the bottle she was holding, grabbed a new one on the table, and smashed

followed by the cold gasp of the people and the piercing scream of Eric. Several wounds now appeared on Eric's hands, and blood oozed from

don't..." Softly whimpering, Eric's begging broke the silence

nothing. She then turned to

another bottle and

Crash!

"Enough!"

at

hands

him and turned