Wedding Night: My Disabled Husband Made Me Cry-Chapter 36: Who Will Save Me

Rachel Quinn finally relaxed, unable to stop the smile from spreading across her face.

’Vivian Quinn, go ahead and enjoy the pleasure that old man, President Aldridge, has in store for you!’

Rachel Quinn went downstairs to continue making toasts with Austin Grant, glancing at the projector on the stage from time to time, but she saw nothing.

’Strange. It was supposed to be a live stream of the whole thing. Why isn’t anything happening yet?’

Just then, a waiter hurried over, leaned close to Rachel Quinn, and said in a low voice, "There’s a situation with President Aldridge. He wants you to go upstairs."

Rachel Quinn froze. ’My plan was foolproof, how could anything have gone wrong!’

"Got it." Rachel Quinn was uneasy, but she decided to go up and see for herself.

She went upstairs and knocked on the room door. It was opened quickly, and Gordon Aldridge’s voice came from inside. "Come in."

Rachel Quinn strode inside. "What happened? Vivian Quinn, she..."

Before she could finish, someone grabbed her from behind in a tight embrace!

"Ah!" Rachel Quinn shrieked. "Gordon Aldridge, what are you doing!"

"What am I doing? You’re the one who got me into this mess. What do you *think* I’m going to do!"

"Let go of me!"

"Let you go? In your dreams!"

"AHHH—"

In the banquet hall, the birthday party was still in full swing.

Suddenly, a video began to play on the projector on stage.

In the video, Rachel Quinn was clad only in her underwear, her limbs tied to a wall, unable to move. She was crying loudly, "President Aldridge, what are you trying to do? Let me go!"

Gordon Aldridge held a small leather whip and lashed her with it. "What reason do I have to let you go, huh?"

"Ah!" Rachel Quinn cried out. "Didn’t I just send Vivian Quinn to your room? Go torture her! Why are you torturing me!"

"You have the nerve to bring that up!" Gordon Aldridge struck her hard with the whip again. "Wasn’t it your rotten idea last time to trick Vivian Quinn back to her house on the anniversary of her grandmother’s death and deliver her to me? And what happened? She beat me up!"

"That’s not my fault! I did everything I could. You still couldn’t handle her. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being useless and impotent!"

"You dare say I’m impotent?" Gordon Aldridge, completely enraged by her words, whipped her again and again. "You dare say I’m useless! I’ll show you today whether I’m capable or not!"

"Ah!" Rachel Quinn’s heart-wrenching screams echoed from the screen throughout the vast, luxurious banquet hall. "Help! Somebody, save me!"

"Whoa, what the hell is going on?"

"I think it’s a live stream. That’s the same underwear Rachel Quinn was wearing when her dress fell off earlier!"

"Oh my god, this is too much information. Rachel Quinn actually tried to give Vivian Quinn to Gordon Aldridge?"

"Isn’t this club owned by Gordon Aldridge? Are they upstairs right now?"

"Everyone knows Gordon Aldridge is famous for his... proclivities. Look at all that gear on the wall. Looks like Rachel Quinn tried to screw over Vivian Quinn and ended up trapping herself instead."

"God, calling her a venomous snake wouldn’t be an exaggeration..."

Austin Grant rushed upstairs, searching room after room.

Finally, he heard Rachel Quinn’s sobs from behind a door at the end of the hall. He immediately kicked the door in.

"Austin!" Rachel Quinn screamed. "Quick, save me! This man is insane!"

Austin Grant charged forward, landed two hard punches on Gordon Aldridge, and then moved to free Rachel Quinn.

"Austin..." Rachel Quinn clung to Austin Grant, sobbing hysterically. "He... he assaulted me! You have to get revenge for me! Kill him! Kill him!"

"Rachel, stop talking!" Austin Grant said in a low voice. "There’s a camera here! It’s been live-streaming this whole time!"

"What did you say?" Rachel Quinn froze, her entire body trembling violently.

’It’s over. I’m completely finished...’

"CLAP, CLAP, CLAP." Vivian Quinn applauded as she walked in from the balcony. "Rachel Quinn, I told you long ago. It’s not that karma doesn’t exist, it’s just a matter of time. And now, your time is up. Your reckoning has come."

"You..." Overcome with rage, Rachel Quinn tried to get up, but her vision suddenly went black, and she fainted.

"Rachel!"

Vivian Quinn was very satisfied with today’s outcome. Now, it was time to go home and celebrate her birthday.

She didn’t go downstairs to confront the Quinn Family head-on, instead taking the stairs down from the balcony.

Just as she reached the club’s entrance, someone suddenly called out from behind her, "Miss Quinn, please wait!"

Vivian Quinn stopped and turned to look at Gordon Aldridge as he approached, her expression turning chilly.

"Miss Quinn," Gordon Aldridge said, bowing and scraping, "I did everything you told me to do. Now I’m finished. I’ve completely offended the Grant Family. You have to keep your word and treat me!"

Vivian Quinn gave a faint smile. "Did you really think I would treat an attempted rapist?"

Gordon Aldridge was dumbfounded. "You dare to trick me!"

"Since I’m the one who crippled you, I was never going to cure you. That would just let you go on and harm other girls."

"Vivian Quinn!" Gordon Aldridge roared. "You dare to play me for a fool!"

"So what if I did?" The girl’s face was ice-cold. "This is your retribution. For the rest of your life, you will be nothing but a cripple. Don’t even think about being a normal man again."

She hadn’t held back that day; she had completely disabled Gordon Aldridge. It was just that the Quinn Family didn’t know, and he himself was certainly not going to bring it up.

That day in the hospital room, she had given him an injection that made him feel something again, which was what set up today’s entire scheme to make Rachel Quinn suffer the consequences of her own actions.

As for Gordon Aldridge, she had spared his miserable life so he and Rachel Quinn could tear each other apart. He was getting off easy.

"Vivian Quinn, I’ll kill you!" Gordon Aldridge raised his hand to strike her, but Vivian Quinn was a step ahead, kicking him hard in the crotch.

"AH!" Gordon Aldridge fell to his knees in pain, his face contorted.

"If you don’t want the world to know you’re impotent, you’d better stop getting ideas about me. If you so much as touch a single hair on my head, I’ll immediately let everyone know."

"You think you can just walk out of here so easily today?" A dark glint flashed in Gordon Aldridge’s eyes. "Men, seize her!"

A dozen or so bodyguards in black suits suddenly rushed out, completely surrounding Vivian Quinn.

Vivian Quinn stood there calmly, reaching into her pocket. Just as she was about to pull something out, a figure in black suddenly charged forward and began fighting the bodyguards.

Zachary Quinn’s skills were superb. His movements were fast, ruthless, and precise, and he took down a man with almost every two strikes.

Gordon Aldridge hadn’t expected Vivian Quinn to have help. He hurriedly shouted, "Forget him! Two of you, grab Vivian Quinn!"

As soon as he spoke, two bodyguards charged toward Vivian Quinn!

Vivian Quinn flicked her hand, and a white powder scattered into the air. Both bodyguards collapsed to the ground.

Gordon Aldridge stared at Vivian Quinn in disbelief.

Vivian Quinn walked toward him, one step at a time.

Gordon Aldridge didn’t know what the hell that powder in her hand was. He scrambled backward in fear, falling messily to the ground.

Vivian Quinn’s lips curled up, but the smile didn’t reach her eyes as she looked down on him.

"I dared to come to your territory today because I was fully prepared to leave unscathed. Understand?"

Gordon Aldridge had never imagined he would be taken down by such a young girl. He gnashed his teeth in frustration.

’He’d messed with so many women without any consequences, but he never expected to capsize in a gutter!’

The man had already dealt with the bodyguards swiftly. He walked over and asked, "What should we do with them?"

"No need." Vivian Quinn dusted the powder from her hands. "The real dog-eat-dog show is just getting started."

"Then let me take you home."

"Okay. My husband is probably getting anxious. It’s hard to get a cab here, so I’ll trouble you for a ride. I need to get back quickly!"

"Okay."

Vivian Quinn hurried home, only to find that Jett Sterling wasn’t there.

She called over a maid and asked, "Wasn’t Jett Sterling supposed to be at home preparing for my birthday? Where is he?"

"Ma’am, the Master left a long time ago. He didn’t say where he was going."

Vivian Quinn was puzzled. Just as she was about to call Jett Sterling, he returned.

"Jett Sterling!" Vivian Quinn went up to him. "Where did you go?"

"To take care of something."

"Oh." Vivian Quinn gave a brilliant smile and went behind him to push his wheelchair. The next second, she suddenly noticed something was off. "Huh? Why do you smell like sweat?"