Who Cares About Him When I'm Married to the Richest Man?-Chapter 26: I Need an Explanation

Outside a private room on the second floor, Rosalind Jacobs stood at the door, arms crossed, looking at Elara Hale, and nodded, "Go in."

Elara found it odd, "Aren’t you going in?"

Rosalind sneered, looking at her with disdain, "Elara, who do you think you are, daring to get involved with me? I’m giving you a chance here, you’d better not act up!"

With that, she gave Elara a hard shove on the back, causing Elara to stumble uncontrollably against the slightly ajar door, and she fell right inside.

Rosalind quickly shut the door.

When Elara got up and tried to open the door, it was already locked from the outside!

A chill ran down Elara’s spine. What was Rosalind up to?

At that moment, she heard ambiguous laughter inside the room. Turning around, she saw several men and women sitting in a small karaoke room, inhaling some white powder!

They laughed as they inhaled, and a woman who looked up and saw her gave a coquettish smile and beckoned, "Hey little sister, come join us!"

The woman’s clothes were halfway off, and the two men beside her were sniffing her bare back like dogs.

The private room was large, with not only the small karaoke room closest to her but also a dining area, a mahjong room, and a lounge. Elara glanced inside and saw people in every area!

Everyone was doing the same thing—using drugs!

Elara’s breathing became rapid. She was a good girl, but she knew what addicts and women who accompany them were!

Rosalind wanted to completely ruin her!

Cold sweat trickled down Elara’s back. Her hands trembling, she pressed the green brooch on her chest, her voice low and trembling with tears, "Zara, help me, call the police, quick!"

She knew Zara Dalton was worried about her safety and would be keeping an eye on the Communication Device. Not waiting for Zara’s reply, she turned and pulled hard on the door to the private room.

But privacy in such places was taken very seriously, and there was no way she could pull it open!

Elara desperately tried to calm herself, she couldn’t panic, nor could she show any signs of distress, because this place had even bigger problems. If she made a fuss, she might be silenced!

Her fingers trembled, cold sweat trickling like beads, and at that moment, she utterly regretted agreeing to come here with Rosalind!

But then again, she didn’t really have a choice...

Elara forcefully pinched her palm, trying not to dwell on useless thoughts. What mattered most now was to escape...

Just then, a shirtless short man emerged from the lounge, his face full and friendly-looking, his plump beer belly swaying with each step.

As he walked, he yelled, "Where’s Rosalind? Why isn’t she here yet? Didn’t she say she’d bring me a young girl today?"

The next second, he saw Elara, his murky eyes brightened with excitement, "Are you the student Rosalind introduced? Fresh indeed, very nice."

He casually took out a wallet, threw out a wad of cash, and beckoned to Elara, "Here’s your tip for today. Come on in, have fun with us, and you’ll be rewarded nicely!"

Elara was so frightened her legs went weak, her back drenched in sweat, her teeth chattering as she said, "Sorry, I’m not the one you’re waiting for. I entered the wrong room, I’ll leave now..."

She tried her best to appear nonchalant, but as soon as she turned around, the man grabbed her arm.

The man’s voice carried a hint of malicious amusement, "Don’t go, what’s there to fear about a wrong room? Mistakes are more fun! Come, you’re it for today, have fun with us!"

Elara heard someone heckle, "Chambers is in luck today, thought Rosalind would bring someone from the scene, but turns out it’s some high-end fresh meat. We should thank her well later!"

Short, fat Chambers laughed at that, "Indeed, must thank her well!"

Saying this, he dragged Elara inside by her arm!

Elara struggled desperately, crying out, "Don’t touch me, I’m not who you’re looking for, don’t touch me, let me go!"

With limited exposure to the dark side of the world, she had no idea that her resistance would only excite these people more!

Chambers looked at Elara greedily, as if she were a juicy piece of meat, "This girl is feisty, I’m about to lose control..."

With that, he unexpectedly hugged Elara from behind, forcefully bumping her with his lower body!

Desperate, Elara leaned against the door, screaming in her mind, hoping Zara would come quickly...

Meanwhile, outside the Eye of Agelessness, Zara Dalton sat crouched in a minivan, her brow furrowed.

She was indeed keeping a close eye on the Communication Device as Elara imagined, but Elara had been inside for over ten minutes now, why was there no movement at all?

Could it be that the Communication Device was broken?

She picked it up, gave it a few taps, and had the technician beside her check it.

It wasn’t broken, strange.

Could it be that everything was fine inside?

In the private room, Elara struggled fiercely. Because she wouldn’t cooperate, Chambers had slapped her twice, but she still wouldn’t give in, flailing her limbs wildly.

"Damn it!" Chambers yelled in anger, "I’m giving you face by playing with you, don’t push your luck!"

He held Elara down with one hand, grabbing her clothes with the other and ripping them. There was a loud tearing sound...

Desperate and collapsing, Elara cried out loudly into the brooch, "Zara! Zara! Can you hear me? Zara, help me!"

In the corridor outside, a man walking ahead suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Behind him, nervously accompanying him, was the store’s secret owner, George Joyce.

George Joyce was a powerhouse in Northgarde, owning countless entertainment venues, not just in Northgarde but in over forty cities across the country.

At his age in his forties, such achievements hinted at the power behind him, and wherever he went, he was a figure respected and feared.

But even such a figure, accompanying Zion Fitzwilliam, was now nervously like a lackey, "Mr. Fitzwilliam, about last month’s matter, could you please..."

Zion suddenly stopped, his sharp gaze directed at the private room beside them.

George noticed the change in Zion’s expression and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Fitzwilliam, what is it?"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zion Fitzwilliam, usually calm and composed, unexpectedly lifted his foot and kicked the door to the private room hard!

"Mr. Fitzwilliam, Mr. Fitzwilliam..."

Zion’s strength was formidable. In just a few kicks, he broke the door open, and inside, Chambers, about to have his way, looked up in anger, "Who the hell..."

Facing that cold, stern face like a judge of hell, he scrambled backward in fear, "Who, who are you?"

Zion, his eyes smoldering with fury, looked down at the woman on the floor. Elara’s clothes had been torn apart, leaving only her bottom garments intact. Her hair disheveled, tears streamed down her face...

He knelt and covered her with his coat, lifting her horizontally.

Elara initially thought it was Zara who came, but upon being lifted, she realized it was Zion and burst into tears, "Zion..."

Zion gently comforted, "Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

He cast a cold glance at Chambers, then, carrying Elara, turned and walked out. Passing by George Joyce, he said in a deep voice, "I need an explanation for this."

George turned pale with fear and quickly nodded, "I guarantee you a satisfactory explanation!"

Zion Fitzwilliam had already walked out in long strides.