"Mr. Brandson is indeed generous." Camille's hands were raised above her head and tied up with a rope by the tattooed man. Then he gagged her, patted Camille's face, and revealed a fierce smile. "Let's have some fun today!"

With her hands and feet tied up and her mouth stuffed, Camille hated herself for the inability to fight back.

But her indignation melted away along with her consciousness.

Still, Camille was unwilling to give up.

Just when she thought that she was bound to be violated, there was a sudden rumble of a vehicle engine in the open construction site, followed by the sound of brakes.

Camille felt herself being thrown away when the tattooed man avoided the vehicle.

Then she heard the sound of a violent scuffle and pleas for mercy.

The scene was dusty. Camille's body was hot, and she began to cough as she inhaled the thick dust in her intense gasping.

After a while, a man patted Camille on the back and removed the rag from her mouth.

He attempted to pick Camille up, who breathed deeply and struggled violently.

A familiar voice sounded, "Camille, it's me."

Camille's body stiffened.

Danny bent down, caressed Camille's back soothingly, and untied the rope.

Her face was swollen, her wrists with crimson prints of the rope, and her whole body covered in dust.

Camille wailed and curled up in Danny's arms.

Danny hugged her tightly.

After placing Camille in the back seat of the black Bentley and locking the door, he asked Edward to drive off.

As the car ran at high speeds, Camille opened her eyes in a daze to see the man in front of her taking off his suit jacket.

She fumbled a pen on the seat.

Danny quickly noticed that Camille removed the pen cap and pointed the sharp tip at herself.

For fear that she would hurt herself, Danny held Camille's wrist and tried to take away the pen.

Camille's hand started shaking. "Don't make me hate you."

To protect Camille from injury, Danny had to catch the tip with one hand while taking his jacket off and draping it around Camille with another, comforting, "Don't be afraid."

Camille heaved a sigh of relief and took the jacket. All of a sudden, the blood was spat out of her mouth, staining Danny's white shirt.

Danny was startled and snapped, "What else did they do to you? I should have killed them!"

He wanted to lift his jacket to look for the wound, but Camille caught his hand and explained with a flushed face, "No... I bit my tongue."

"Bit your tongue?"

"Yes... Pain makes me awake."

"You want to poke yourself with the pen?"

Without saying a word, Camille held the jacket up to reveal a scar on her thigh.

Danny intended to reach out his hand to touch it, but at the thought of her alarm, he took his hand back and asked in a thoughtful voice, "Is this how you escaped before?"

Still silent, Camille felt her breathing heavier and her body hotter. As the extreme heat engulfed her last sense, she instinctively began to look for something cold. When she accidentally touched Danny's hand, her body cooled down a little. Then she moved her hands to other parts of his body.

Worrying that she would hurt herself while struggling, Danny had no choice but to hold Camille's hands and tightly pressed her against his chest.