Chapter 425 Disgusting
Desmond stared at the phone, now disconnected, feeling a wave of frustration.
It wasn't Dylan's attitude that bothered him, but the potential danger Clara might be facing.
After a few minutes of agitation, Desmond decided to help find Clara.
However, he was currently in Luminous City, and he didn't know or trust anyone in Starhaven, so there was no one he could ask to help find Clara.
He sat in his hotel room, feeling defeated, and slapped his forehead.
Suddenly, a thought struck Desmond.
He thought of Dione, but quickly dismissed the idea.
Desmond tried to think harder, but ultimately, Dione was the only person who came to mind.
Even though he had returned to Luminous City, he had spent some time pretending to be close to Dione before, so maybe Dione would remember their past and help him find Clara.
As long as he didn't let Dione know that Clara was someone he cared about.
With his mind made up, he quickly took action.
But Dione, woken up by the phone ringing late at night, was not pleased.
Hearing Desmond's voice, he didn't give him a chance to speak, angrily cursed him out, and hung up.
Desmond was stunned by the outburst.
But he quickly realized that calling late at night was indeed inappropriate.
He told himself to wait until morning to call Dione again.
Desmond, having been scolded by Dione, decided to sleep in the hotel and contact Dione in the morning.
But he didn't expect to sleep so deeply that he didn't wake up in the morning.
Morning.
Clara woke up, shocked and terrified.
She was being held by someone, her whole body aching.
Not only that, she didn't even recognize the person holding her.
Panicking, she tried to get up and escape Ryan's grip, but he held her tighter.
Clara looked up in fear, meeting Ryan's greasy face.
At the same time, she heard him speak, "Clara, you're awake?"
Clara shuddered, her voice hoarse as she shouted, "Let go of me!"
Though she sounded fierce, Clara was terrified.
How did Ryan know her name?
Did he know her? Was this intentional?
Her scattered memories told her that before she completely passed out last night, she had bumped into someone in the club's hallway.
Disgusted by Ryan's sleazy appearance, she struggled harder.
But having been assaulted all night, she had no strength left and couldn't break free from Ryan's grip.
Ryan, angered by her look, grabbed her chin and asked coldly, "What's with that look?"
He had answered Clara's phone last night, heard Dylan call her Clara, and had called her that while tormenting her.
Now, calling her Clara came naturally.
Ryan's natural tone terrified Clara.
She increasingly felt that Ryan knew her beforehand and had intentionally humiliated her.
The more Clara thought about it, the more scared she became.
"Who are you?" Clara felt herself on the verge of collapse, especially thinking about how Ryan was fat and ugly, making her feel even more nauseous and terrified.
Ryan smiled confidently, showing his big teeth, "I'm Ryan. From now on, you're with me."
Clara took advantage of his talking to struggle, and she managed to break free from his grip.
Ignoring her aching body, Clara quickly retreated to the edge of the bed, shouting angrily, "Who wants to be with you? If you don't let me go, I'll call the cops!"
She never expected to end up with a man like this.
Her head spinning, Clara felt miserable all over, her stomach churning.
She was utterly disgusted.
Ryan didn't immediately pull her back, just watched her with a sleazy look, "Call the cops? You came to me yourself last night. Do you think calling the cops will help?"
He wasn't easily scared, and Clara's threat didn't faze him.
Besides, he had anticipated her reaction and had a backup plan.
But for now, he didn't need to use it.
Clara was stunned by Ryan's arrogant words, hesitated for a moment before saying, "Even if I came to you last night, I can still call the cops on you!"
She couldn't remember anything from last night.
She refused to admit it.
After Clara spoke, Ryan seemed a bit wary.
She quickly picked up her clothes and started putting them on, ready to leave without another word.
Ryan watched her dress, calling out a few times, making Clara feel even more disgusted.
"Not considering staying with me?" Ryan asked again.
He looked her up and down, savoring her taste, feeling very satisfied.
Although he hadn't planned to let her go, if she was willing, it would be even better.
Clara had reached the door, angrily cursed him, then noticed her phone on the floor by the bed, her face stiffening.
Ryan didn't care about her cursing, thinking that even if she left now, she would eventually fall into his hands, so he didn't try to stop her.
Seeing Clara stop and look at the phone on the floor, he picked it up and asked, "Want your phone?"
Clara frowned, glancing at Ryan's bulging belly, feeling nauseous, "Give it to me!"
Ryan walked over slowly, waving the phone in front of her, asking maliciously, "Want it?"
Clara felt extremely disgusted but knew that angering Ryan now wouldn't help her.
She reached for the phone, but Ryan raised it higher, clicking his tongue as he looked at her, his gaze greasy and revolting.
"Want it." Clara withdrew her hand, trying to keep her tone calm, and avoided looking at Ryan's fat, ugly face.
Ryan reached out with his other hand, grabbed her waist, and pulled her close to his fat belly.
She immediately wanted to curse.
Holding back, she still couldn't face Ryan calmly, gritting her teeth, "Let go of me."
Ryan squeezed her butt, slapped it twice, then turned on the phone and called his number.
The phone rang on the bedside table, startling Clara.
Ryan stuffed Clara's phone into her hand. "This is my number. Remember to call me."
Clara grabbed the phone and pushed Ryan away, opening the door and walking out.
Fortunately, Ryan didn't stop her this time.
Feeling nauseous and irritated, Clara thought, as long as she left here, everything would be fine.
She limped out of the room, realizing she was still in the club from last night.
Thinking she had come to the club to find Dione but ended up being raped by Ryan, she felt a surge of resentment.
She ended up like this. It was all Dione's fault.
Clara walked away in a mess, not noticing someone walking alongside her for a while, giving her a few extra glances before leaving.
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