Beautiful CEO's Top Expert-Chapter 951 - 0: Unbearable Past

Because of her identity, the White Rose did not bother to glance at anyone around after arriving at Jiulong Mountain, nor did she pay any attention to anyone. She simply sat aside and took out her phone to play.

Even when Wei Shengjin provoked Ye Xunhuan and Sheng Wentao, it did not arouse her curiosity. To her, it seemed like nothing more than the usual squabbles among spoiled brats.

So she ignored it.

Now, upon hearing Sheng Wentao call her name, the White Rose was forced to look up at him.

After all, as the young master of the Sheng family, Sheng Wentao was someone she couldn’t outright ignore, no matter how indifferent she usually was.

But what she didn’t expect was that she would see Ye Xunhuan—the very nightmare long buried deep within her mind!

For a moment, the White Rose’s face turned ghostly pale. Her delicate body shuddered violently, as if struck by lightning, while scenes of unbearable memories flooded her mind!

The White Rose would never forget that day, even in her dreams. She could never forget the autumn three and a half years ago!

To her, it was the ultimate shame, an indelible nightmare of a lifetime!

As she stared at the familiar figure not far ahead, it felt as though her entire being was pulled back to that catastrophic autumn four years ago. The memories played out in her mind like a chaotic black-and-white reel.

The White Rose vividly recalled it was a pleasant autumn day that was particularly refreshing. That day was September 18th.

She could never forget that day, even in her dreams.

Back then, feeling downhearted, she decided to travel abroad to lift her spirits. But who could have expected that she would encounter an abduction in a foreign land!

The eyes of her kidnappers were filled with an unprecedented ** and lust, and their filthy hands wandered over her body carelessly and relentlessly.

She tried to struggle, but how could she possibly escape the grip of these ruthless captors?

This filled the White Rose’s heart with despair.

The men continued to tear at her clothing, intending to assault her, while the other captives simply stood by in silence, afraid to utter even a single word.

She cried and begged incessantly, but her cries and pleas seemed to fuel the dark desires within the kidnappers, driving them into an even greater frenzy.

Just as the White Rose was drowning in despair, an unrefined male voice suddenly echoed around them!

"Since when did Shadow Phantom stoop to bullying the weak and preying on women?"

The man’s voice carried an uncanny ability to silence, instantly stopping the kidnappers in their tracks. They shivered involuntarily, their motions frozen.

The White Rose, her clothing disheveled and having nearly lost all will to resist, turned toward the source of the voice.

What she saw was a young man dressed in a black suit paired with a white shirt, styled dapperly enough to exude both sophistication and modernity. He appeared to be around twenty years old.

The young man had an ordinary face—a fair-skinned, clean-cut Asian look with nothing particularly striking except for his eyes, which sparkled like black diamonds amidst his otherwise unremarkable features.

And yet, it was precisely this seemingly ordinary young man who exuded an inexplicable, ethereal charm, as if the reality one perceived was not entirely authentic.

"W-Who are you?" One of the kidnappers, mustering his courage despite the unease, cautiously asked the man.

The man’s ability to appear here silently and unnoticed already spoke volumes in itself!

The young man disregarded the kidnappers’ question, instead stealing a glance at the disheveled White Rose, her pale skin exposed in large swathes. His lips curled into a devilish grin as he remarked, "Tsk, tsk. No wonder Shadow Phantom’s men behaved this way—it turns out you’re quite the rare beauty!"

The lighthearted yet vile expression on the young man’s face sharply contrasted with the oppressive atmosphere that surrounded them!

"Y-You! Just who are you? If you already know we belong to Shadow Phantom, how dare you act so arrogantly!"

The young man began to stroll forward leisurely. "So what if you’re Shadow Phantom?"

The man’s disdainful tone and scornful expression instantly ignited rage within the kidnappers.

"Brat, looks like you’re asking for death!"

"Take him down!"

In the next moment, four burly men charged aggressively at the young man.

But before any of them could reach him, the young man moved. Like a fleeting shadow, his figure disappeared from its spot. Four dull, bone-crunching sounds echoed immediately after!

Soon, four blood geysers sprayed uncontrollably, as though releasing from fountains!

Everyone froze in place, dumbstruck, staring in shock at the young man who reappeared before them, as serene as ever.

He... He had demolished the four men’s skulls with a single palm strike! Not only had their brains and blood spilled across the ground, but the fountain-like sprays of crimson were horrifically dazzling.

Yet the young man’s face remained eerily calm, as though crushing their skulls was an utterly trivial matter.

"Pathetic. Not worth even a moment’s effort," the young man commented indifferently.

His words hit their ears like booming spring thunder, sending reverberations straight into their souls.

"Y-You! Who the hell are you?"

The remaining kidnappers panicked immediately, overwhelmed by a fear greater than any they had ever known. They hadn’t even seen how this man attacked!

"Marshal," the young man replied, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

But this smile was grim and bloodthirsty, like the gaping jaws of a ravenous predator.

No sooner had the word left his lips did the self-proclaimed "Marshal" make his move. He was like a phantom—moving at speeds beyond the reach of human sight.

Within seconds, a barrage of muffled thuds rang out, and the scent of blood grew increasingly suffocating.

Some time passed. By the end of it, the young man had slaughtered every last one of the kidnappers, yet not a single drop of blood stained his body!

"I’ll send King Phantom and Queen Phantom to hell for you," he muttered quietly, staring at the lifeless bodies strewn across the ground.

The White Rose and the other hostages, believing they’d finally be safe after this young man killed the kidnappers, collectively showered him with gratitude and praise as they regained their senses.

The White Rose followed suit, of course.

But who could have imagined that this young man was even more hateful and terrifying than the kidnappers?

And thus began the nightmare for the White Rose...