The One Who Came to Rescue Her

Agony—an oppressive, suffocating agony—so intense that it made breathing a challenge. Yet Billie had no intention of showing her mercy. He ordered two bodyguards to pin her against the washroom counter, a vulgar grin painted across his face.

"My only regret," he mused, "is that I've never had you. But watching live is rather... thrilling, wouldn't you say?" His words inflicted more damage than the physical pain coursing through her body. Ignoring the injuries on her back, she desperately shook her head at Billie.

"Mr. Roman, I truly don't know who the masked man is, nor do I know this Nathan you speak of…" She clenched her teeth, refraining from mentioning Mr. White, aware that once his name escaped her lips, Billie would surely let his guards have their way with her. His current tactics were merely an attempt to pressure her into revealing Mr. White's identity. As long as she remained silent, she could preserve a glimmer of hope.