Chapter 8
When she got back, the whole venue was in pandemonium, with people screaming and rushing to get out. Her heart raced as she pushed against the tide of panic, heading straight for the exhibition hall. There, she saw Roy in a frenzy, beating the daylights out of some guy.”
The guy, with his face all bruised and battered, was yelling his defense. “That girl who just called? Yeah, I hooked up with her a few times in Europe! She was wild, messing around with all kinds of exchange students! You can beat me to a pulp, but it’s the truth. I’ve got photos and videos to prove it!”
Roy’s face turned crimson with anger, veins popping on his forehead as he reached for the man’s phone. Just then, Angela burst in, calling out to him.
“Roy!”
Roy turned, his eyes swirling with a mix of emotions–shock, doubt, and a world of pain.”
The guy on the floor got all riled up when he saw Angela. “That’s her! Open the photo album named Angela, punch in her birthday, and, see for yourself. She’s no innocent virgin!”
Angela went pale at the sight of him. She rushed over to Roy, grabbing his arm with desperation. “It’s not true, Roy! Those photos were taken under duress! He chased me for ages, and when I finally gave in to date him, he spiked my drink…”
“Yeah, right! You were all over me! Look at how much you were enjoying it in the video. Don’t you dare say I forced you!“?
Roy snapped, unable to hold back any longer. He grabbed a chair and a wine bottle, smashing them over the guy’s head. Glass shattered, piercing the guy’s eyes, and blood poured as he screamed in agony.
Roy’s first instinct was to pull Angela close, shielding her eyes. “It’s okay, Angela. I’ll take care of this. Don’t worry. I won’t let this filth spread.”
Then, he took the phone, smashed it to pieces, doused it with whiskey, and set it on fire. The flames roared, turning the phone’s memory to ashes.
Emma stood quietly a few steps away, watching as Roy gently comforted Angela. “Angela, don’t be scared. I’ll make sure this creep ends up in jail. Just think of this as a bad dream. I promise I’ll never let trash like this bother you again.”
Angela clung to him, tears streaming down her face. “Roy, do you really mean it? You’re not disgusted by me?“)
Roy tenderly wiped away her tears, his eyes filled with warmth. “How could I be? To me, you’re always that kind and understanding girl.” Then, he scooped her up and carried her away from the chaos.
Emma gave a silent smile, heading back to grab her purse. A few staff members hiding nearby called out to her, “Miss, you haven’t taken the jewelry Mr. Roy got for you!“}
She turned to decline, but the guy lying in his own blood suddenly got up. He grabbed a champagne bottle and hurled it at Emma, his voice dripping with rage and spite. “Damn you! Trying to kill me over some bitch! I’ll take down your chick too!”
With a loud crash, the bottle struck Emma on the back of her head. Warm blood trickled down her spine, staining her white dress red. Emma collapsed, her mind hazy, flashes of light dancing before her eyes. Her fading gaze stared blankly ahead, screams echoing around her.
“Help! Someone’s been attacked!”
“Mr. Roy, your girlfriend’s in trouble!“}
Amidst the chaos, Roy held Angela tightly, disappearing into the crowd. From start to finish, he never once looked back.
