Chapter 421 Raped
Clara ended up not only being mocked by Dione and Violette but also forced to drink a bottle of alcohol.
She hadn't managed to call Desmond, and Dione and Violette accused her of wasting their time, demanding she drink as an apology.
Clara was reluctant to drink.
But she couldn't leave without doing so.
In the end, the nasty Violette made her drink more than half a bottle.
By the time she left the private room at the club, she was staggering.
The bouncer at the door didn't stop her, but she felt like everything in front of her was doubled.
Stumbling down the hallway, she accidentally bumped into someone.
"Hey, watch where you're going! You ran into me!"
An arrogant voice rang out, and Clara was grabbed by the hair and yanked up.
Her scalp hurt, and Clara lifted her dazed, alcohol-scented face to look at the person.
The alcohol made it hard for her to see clearly, but the voice sounded a bit like Desmond's.
"Hey, beautiful, are you drunk?"
The man, seeing Clara's face, lost some of his anger and instead wore a sleazy smile.
The man was in his thirties, named Ryan Martin. He had the air of someone wealthy, but his words and actions were crude.
However, his voice did indeed sound a lot like Desmond's.
So much so that Clara couldn't quite tell the difference.
Clara was heavily intoxicated, and in her confusion, she called out, "Desmond,"
Ryan, grinning with a mouthful of big teeth, said sleazily, "Let's get you a private room."
Clara was taken away by this crude man, and it wasn't long before word of this reached Dione.
"Wonder what Desmond will do when he finds out," Dione said with a mocking smile as she sipped her drink.
Violette added, "Desmond's got the Kate family on his back. Maybe you should find another scapegoat, Dione?"
Dione started considering it.
Desmond had just been sent home and had dealt with some matters before he had the chance to turn his phone back on.
When he did, he saw Clara's missed calls.
He immediately panicked.
Clara had tried to reach him, and not only had he missed her calls, but his phone had been off.
His first thought was that Clara must be upset because he didn't answer, and then he worried that something might have happened to her.
He quickly called Clara back.
While Desmond was calling Clara, the bodyguards who had brought him home were packing up his things.
Desmond couldn't get through to Clara, and his anxiety grew.
He didn't even think about why the bodyguards who had brought him back hadn't left.
Having them around made him feel safer.
So he didn't send them away.
But Clara's phone kept going to voicemail.
After the fifth attempt, he called Dylan.
Dylan answered, but before Desmond could say anything, Dylan started yelling at him.
Dylan was furious, and under normal circumstances, Desmond might have apologized patiently for Clara's sake.
But now, with Clara not answering his calls, he couldn't care less about Dylan's anger. "Dylan, Clara's not answering her phone. Do you know where she is?"
Dylan was immediately angry. "You dare ask about Clara? She's probably ignoring you because of what you did!"
Desmond frowned, holding back his frustration. "Dylan, just try to contact Clara."
He hung up.
Despite his anger over Desmond's role in Nathan's kidney donation, Dylan knew Desmond wasn't bad to Clara.
So after hanging up, he tried to reach Clara.
Clara didn't answer.
His heart sank.
He couldn't help but think about what Desmond had said, but he steadied himself and called again.
This time, someone answered after a few rings.
Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.
He gripped his phone, eager to speak. "Clara,"
But he was cut off by a strange man's voice. "Hello?"
It was a man, and he sounded much older than Dylan.
"Who are you? Why do you have Clara's phone?" Dylan demanded angrily.
"Clara?" Ryan had just finished with the passed-out Clara and was sitting on the bed, smoking a cigarette.
He looked at the unconscious Clara and answered rudely, "I'm her man."
Then he hung up.
Thinking about Clara, he slapped her awake, turned off the phone, and continued.
On the other end, Dylan was furious.
His sister had been assaulted.
He tried calling back, but the phone was off.
Furious and desperate, he called Desmond. "Where did you last see Clara?"
He needed to find Clara but had no leads, so he had to ask Desmond.
Desmond, hearing Dylan's tone, felt a bad premonition. "What happened to Clara?"
Dylan didn't answer, just demanded to know where Desmond had last seen her.
Desmond, equally anxious, said it was at the hospital.
They had left the hospital at almost the same time, and he had assumed Clara would go home. But she hadn't.
"Get people to find Clara!" Dylan said, then hung up and started making calls.
Desmond knew something was wrong, but couldn't get any details from Dylan. He hurried out the door to search for her.
But as soon as he left his room, the bodyguards stopped him.
"What are you doing?" Desmond was furious.
The bodyguards, holding his packed bags, checked the time. "Mr. Boleyn, Mr. Hamilton wants us to take you back to Luminous City."
Even if Desmond hadn't come out, they would have gone in to escort him.
But since he tried to leave on his own, they stopped him.
Desmond felt like he'd been hit with a brick.
"What?" He couldn't believe it. "I'm not going back!"
The bodyguards replied coldly, "If you don't return to Luminous City, the Kate family will come after you again."
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