Chapter 221

Chapter 221 Did You Set This Up Meanwhile, in the nightclub’s private room, Rachel’s eardrum was hurt by the sound of wine bottles shattering into pieces. “Don’t come over!” She walked around the table to evade Mr. Wayne as he approached her, but her head was getting increasingly dizzy.

Something’s wrong with that glass of wine, she thought to herself. Indeed, she never expected that there would be something wrong with the glass of wine poured right in front of her.

“Stop struggling. It’s useless. You’ll lose all your strength very soon, so you’d better behave yourself and go along with me.” Mr. Wayne took off his suit jacket and reached out his large hands to her.

Rachel’s eyes blurred, and she fell on the carpet as she no longer had the strength to struggle. As her consciousness slowly faded away, she saw Mr. Wayne dragging her onto the bed. He began to unbutton his shirt in front of her, and his face was as greasy and disgusting as it had been six years ago. She broke down and cursed, “You’ll die a dog’s death!”

“It was Justin who led you to my bed back then. If someone has to die a dog’s death for this, he should be the one instead.” Mr. Wayne grabbed Rachel’s suit jacket and ripped it off her shoulders. Then, his oppressive figure instantly fell on top of her.

“Aaaah!” Rachel screamed, but Mr. Wayne immediately covered her mouth. “I don’t like it when you make a sound. That’s not exciting enough,” he said. Then, he took the whip off the wall and said, “Enjoy it, Mrs. Burton!”

Rachel immediately closed her eyes. Her body seemed to have predicted the pain brought by the whip landing on her body, for the tragic scene six years ago played itself over and over again in her mind.

Just then, a loud bang was suddenly heard, and Rachel didn’t feel pain as she had expected.

Before Mr. Wayne could swish his whip, he was suddenly seized by the neck from behind by a pair of hands. Right after that, a forceful kick sent him rolling out of bed, and he let out a blood-curdling scream as someone trampled on his cheek with their leather shoes. “Justin Burton!”

Mr. Wayne’s eyes were bulging out of their sockets. This scene was so familiar; the only difference was that he hadn’t seen who the man before him was back then, whereas he saw the person very clearly today. “It’s you!” He clenched his teeth. “It was also you back then!”

Justin looked as black as thunder. “How dare you touch one of my people? You really think you’re indispensable to the herbal market in Riverdale, huh?”

“Aaaah!” Amid his shrill cries, Mr. Wayne covered his groin and curled himself into a ball, writhing about on the floor.

Meanwhile, Rachel clutched the collar of her shirt and huddled in the corner of the bed while forcibly suppressing her physical discomfort.

Justin locked eyes with her the instant he looked up. “Are you all right?”

“Don’t touch me!” Rachel suddenly barked frostily as she dodged Justin’s hand. Her eyes were extremely cold with no gratitude in them. Instead, the look in her eyes was one of disgust, anger, and profound shame.

An angry look crept over Justin’s face as he saw the look in Rachel’s eyes. “How could you be so unappreciative of my help when I just saved you?”

“Did I ask you to save me?”

“You—”

Before Justin could finish his sentence, a noise was heard outside the door. “Don’t move! This is the police’s anti-prostitution operation! Get down with your head in your hands!”

Jolly burst into the room from behind several plainclothes policemen. “Chris! We were held up for a while just now. Are you okay?”

Rachel shook her head.

“Justin? Why are you here?” When Jolly saw Justin and Mr. Wayne, who was lying in a corner, she immediately realized what had happened. She mocked, “Wow, could you be here to play the hero who saves the damsel in distress?”

When Justin saw the chaotic scene of policemen rushing into the nightclub and subduing everyone inside, he gave Rachel a long stare and asked in a cold voice, “Did you set this up?”

Rachel clutched her collar with a terrifyingly calm look in her eyes. “Who else would it be? I’m just doing this to protect myself, President Burton.”

Justin let out a sneer. “Protect yourself? You looked like you were being bullied, and you didn’t dare to say anything this morning. Was that a show you put on in front of me?”

Rachel didn’t turn a hair. “Naturally, you were only too eager to see me walking right into the trap. Am I brainless enough to come to such a place, allow such a person to get me drunk, and then wait for you to save me like a hero so that I’ll be deeply grateful to you?”

“You!”

“What do you want to do?” Jolly spread her arms wide and stood in front of Rachel while glaring at Justin arrogantly. “The police are outside. Do you want to get physical?”

Justin’s eyes were ablaze with anger as his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“Miss Carter, we need you to assist us by having your testimony recorded.”

“Sure.”

Jolly was called aside by the police to have her testimony recorded, leaving Justin and Rachel the only ones standing in the room. “Come out with me.” Justin dragged the woman out of the room right away.

The drug’s effects on Rachel hadn’t worn off, so she staggered as Justin dragged her. “What are you doing? Let go of me! Justin!” She shook Justin’s hand off with all her strength while panting heavily. “If you’re displeased because I caused the Burton Group to lose a business partner by setting up a trap for Mr. Wayne to be arrested, I’ll find a way to make up for it. You don’t have to make an issue out of this.”

“Am I such a person in your eyes?” Justin was boiling with rage. “How could you not scruple to use yourself as bait to set up a trap? Did you even think about how you were going to walk out of here if your bestie couldn’t arrive in time or if the nightclub had enough backing?” It scared him just to think of how serious the consequences could’ve been.

Rachel’s fine eyebrows furrowed as she stared at Justin coldly. “Thanks for caring about me, President Burton. However, have you forgotten that it was you who forced me to discuss the business deal with Mr. Wayne?”

Justin was stunned.

Just then, Jolly ran out of the room after them upon realizing that Rachel wasn’t inside. “Did he do anything to you, Chris?”

“No, he didn’t. Let’s go.”

Jolly helped Rachel by the arm. Before leaving, she shot Justin a fierce glare and said, “Stop pretending to care about her here. If you really cared about Chris, you wouldn’t have let her get in touch with such a perverted sc*mbag in the beginning!”

Justin clenched his fists as a trace of regret flashed across his eyes. He admitted that he had forced Rachel to take up the project and get in touch with Mr. Wayne at first to punish her a little. He wanted her to know that not everything was under her control, but he never expected things to turn out this way.

…

Jolly sent Rachel home after leaving the nightclub. “Are you all right? I’d better take you to the hospital.”

“I’m all right, and I’ll be fine after having a rest at home. I’ll ask the company for several days off.”

“How could you still think about work at such a time?”

Rachel lay down right away when she got home. As Jolly tucked her in, she sat on the edge of Rachel’s bed and mumbled to herself, “We’d better finish our business here as soon as possible and go back to Montenegro. I really wonder if Riverdale is a bad place for us; we’ve gotten into so much trouble ever since we came back.” As she was mumbling, her cell phone finally vibrated. Jolly’s pupils contracted slightly when she saw the caller ID, and she went out with her phone in her hand.

On the other hand, Rachel had a long dream. In reality, she seldom dreamed about her childhood during the years she lived abroad. After she recovered the memories of what had happened back then, the past events of her childhood became so distinct to her that they no longer appeared in her dream.

Tonight, however, she dreamed about her childhood and Justin once again.