Crystal followed Virginia down a corridor. Liam was suspicious as he saw that from not far away.

When they came to a private box, Crystal opened the door with a key and went in with Virginia. They didn't see anyone, but the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

"He's there," Crystal whispered as she pointed there.

The sight of the man's eight-pack stomach flashed across her mind. With red cheeks, she lowered her head and walked to the bathroom.

She stood outside and knocked on the door. "Sir, we've come here. We..."

The door creaked open before she was ready to face the man.

Suddenly, a powerful hand dragged her into the bathroom. As she stumbled, she heard Crystal's scream.

The wet hands clasped her neck and bent her body down violently.

She gasped with her mouth open and was then pressed into a tub of warm water.

As the water filled her mouth, she coughed and felt great pressure. She breathed heavily but felt even worse.

What entered her mouth was all water and no air.

The survival instinct urged her to struggle. But gradually, her consciousness became weaker and weaker.

Just then, a hand pulled her hair to get her up.

She coughed uncontrollably, breathing the air greedily. A wave of dizziness caught her immediately.

Who was it? Why did he treat her like this?

Her chin pinched, and she heard a mockery laugh. "Tut, what a fool! Why are you so easy to be cheated?"

"Wilson!"

She knew it was him. She never forgot this demon's voice!

Slowly, his image became clear before her eyes.

The 1.85-meter-tall figure was close to her threateningly. His eyes sparkling with evilness as if it was a pleasure to see her suffering.

She removed her hands from the tub and instinctively tried to run out.

But just then, he stretched out his long leg.

It touched her foot.

Thump!

She fell to the ground and heard his wild laughter from behind her.

He grabbed her delicate arm and dragged her up. With a vicious smile, he asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"Wilson Baker," she replied without hesitation. The next second, her neck ached and her head was pressed into the tub again.

She gurgled and couldn't breathe after a dozen seconds. Then, she was pulled up again.

She felt hurt inside and out.

He raised his pretty brows, and his eyes were filled with dazzling fire. "That's wrong. A bad girl must be punished."

"I can't breathe!" She coughed.

She would be drowned if he did it once again!

"Oh? I see."

He stood straight there with a hand in his pocket and the other holding her neck.

His gaze swept across her pale face and fell on her rosy lips.

A hint of malice flashed across his eyes.

He lowered his head and sucked her lips heavily.

"Ah–"

At the sight of the scene, Crystal let out a scream which awakened Virginia from a coma. Virginia exerted all her strength to push Wilson's face to a side.

"Why?"

She stared at him in belief. He hated her so much! Why did he kiss her?

"Ho ho, I like what you don't like and feel happy when you're unhappy. Your pain brings joy to me."

"You childish asshole!" She rubbed her lips crazily with the back of her hand, and her lips almost bled.

But she didn't feel hurt because her heart had been filled with horror, helplessness, and absolute disgust.

"Sadly, this childish asshole is your fiancé. As long as I hold this identity, you have to bear all my childishness." Wilson didn't mind what she said. Instead, the grin became wider on his face.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her out. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't break free at all.

"You bastard, let go of Virgee!"

Realizing how serious things had become, Crystal nerved herself to stretch her arms to stop him from taking her friend away.

"Crystal..."

As Virginia struggled, she looked at Crystal and shook her head. "Leave me alone! You can't afford to offend him!"

But Crystal gritted her teeth and remained unmoved stubbornly. Wilson revealed a disdainful smile and had a stride up to her.

The next second, he grasped her wrist and threw her to a side rudely.

With the screams from two women, Crystal fell onto the ground like a withered flower. Her head hit a cabinet, and blood was streaming out.

"Crystal!"

Virginia cried out and yelled at Wilson furiously. She scratched him with her nails, but that didn't make any effect except for leaving a few marks on his arms.

Crystal stretched out a hand slowly. Blood flowed down her forehead and reddened half of her face.

Holding Virginia's arm, Wilson hesitated for a while and walked slowly to Crystal...

Several minutes later, the door was swung open.

A man walked out with an unconscious woman in his arms. He left from the back exit without arousing anyone's attention.

Another ten minutes later, Liam became more anxious at the door. He couldn't wait to find Virginia and Crystal. After asking a few people, he finally knew the room number.

As he knocked lightly on the door, it creaked open automatically. It was not locked.

"Virgee?"

He walked slowly into the messy room and found some blood that was exceptionally conspicuous on the white tiles.

His face fell and shouted hurriedly, "Virgee! Crystal!"

Knock knock!

What was that?

He followed the sound, hastened up to a cabinet, and then opened it. What he saw next drove him crazy with red eyes, but he forced himself to calm down.

In front of him, Crystal's arms and legs were tied up, and her mouth was stuffed with cloth. The blood was all over, her forehead, face, neck, and clothes!

Liam felt his heart slashed by a knife. Quickly, he looked around for another woman he cared most, but no one else was there. He untied Crystal hurriedly and carried her out of the room.

While holding Crystal in his arms, another smiling woman occupied his heart.

"Virgee, where are you? Let me know you're safe!" he thought.

At the same time.

"Wilson Baker, you lunatic!"

Two figures appeared in the Great Glory Hotel.

Regardless of the receptionists' suspicious looks, Wilson asked for a VIP room and dragged Virginia toward the elevator no matter how she resisted.

Meanwhile, a black Maserati stopped in front of the hotel.