Chapter 380
Chapter 380
+25 BONUS
Elara made her way toward the lounge. After discovering, Harvey’s scheme, she had immediately warned Theodore.
She decided to turn the trap back on them, luring Harvey and Niamh into the very setup they had planned for someone else.
Initially, she had wondered how to best expose their plan. If she were to confront them directly, Harvey would no doubt twist the truth and accuse her of orchestrating the entire thing. But now, with the opportunity Theodore handed her, she could expose them naturally and without suspicion.
Elara ordered someone to bring the key and unlock the door. As soon as it swung open, a thick scent–sweet but laced with the metallic tang of blood–hit her nose.
Elara immediately coughed. She wrinkled her brows as nausea welled in her throat.
Several curious heads popped out behind her, eyes widening as they peered into the room. Elara stepped forward, but Theodore reached out an arm to stop her.
“Careful,” he said, and took the lead, entering the room first with Elara following close behind.
They immediately spotted Niamh lying unconscious on the floor, her face bruised and swollen. She had clearly passed out.
Theodore turned away in disgust. Elara noticed Niamh was barely clothed, so she picked up a piece of clothing from the floor and gently draped it over her.
Just then, a rough, labored breath echoed from the dark corner of the room.
“Ack!”
The group of socialites who had followed Elara gasped in unison as they spotted Harvey slumped in the corner against the wall. His hands were still cuffed tightly behind his back.
His shirt was missing several buttons, the collar gaping open to reveal bright red scratch marks across his chest. Strands of damp, messy hair clung to his sweat–soaked forehead. His chest heaved, and fear was written plainly in his wide eyes.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze locking on Elara in the dim light. At that moment, the will to flee had completely drained from him.
He knew it was useless now–even if he left this room, it wouldn’t change anything.
Behind Elara, several prominent guests leaned forward to get a better look. Recognizable faces peered from behind her, and when they saw Harvey’s condition, a chorus of shocked gasps rippled through the room.
“Is… Is that Mr. Fisher?“.
“Harvey, what are you doing with Ms. Niamh–oh no! If word gets out, what are people going to think? Sure, you’re divorced from Ms. Elara, but how could you mess around with Ms. Niamh like this!”
Many of the onlookers, despite their shock, revealed a flicker of sympathy upon seeing Harvey in such a disheveled state.
Harvey forced a grim smile as he struggled to his feet. When his eyes landed on Niamh–still unconscious from the kick he’d given her–he was immediately reminded of how she had assaulted him just moments ago.
“Urgh!”
Chapter 380
+25 BOHUS
His entire body trembled violently, as if his insides were being churned in a washing machine. His pupils were bloodshot, and his tear–filled eyes looked ready to spill.
He seemed deaf to the judgmental murmurs around him, and his gaze was fixed solely on Elara
“Why did you only come now?” he asked in a hoarse, broken voice, stumbling tow her.
Meanwhile, Elara crouched beside Niamh, checking for breath. Well, she was still alive.
She turned to one of the employees who had followed her in “Call an ambulance,”
Harvey’s nose flared red as he barked at her through gritted teeth. “She almost raped me!”
Elara lifted her gaze, eyes cold and indifferent as she stared at him. “Stay away from me. You’re filthy.”
Her words, laced with disgust, made Harvey’s pupils shrink sharply. He scrambled to explain, “Nothing happened between us! Elara, please–you have to believe me!”
There was a subtle shift in the way he addressed her now, his voice tinged with desperation. Elara froze, slightly stunned by the change.
Theodore narrowed his eyes with suspicion, his sharp gaze sweeping across Harvey in an instant. Harvey’s shirt hung loosely on his body, revealing just enough without being fully indecent.
His exposed collarbone was marked with scratches, and the defined lines of his chest hinted at a torso used to control and discipline. As Harvey staggered forward, the shirt collar slipped further off one shoulder, exposing a muscled arm.
His appearance like a wronged and violated innocent man–silenced even those who might’ve still had the urge to scold him.
