Chapter 402 Mr. Medici Won't Be Coming
<Chapter>Chapter 402 Mr. Medici Won't Be Coming</Chapter>
Steven observed their exchange with a hint of displeasure, his voice cool as he spoke into the phone, "You need to take some time for a course." Their petty squabbles had stretched on for far too long, each party seeking his approval before proceeding.
Patrick was left puzzled. 'Is the boss unhappy with my performance?' he wondered. 'But these are crucial matters, I wouldn't dare to handle them without his consultation. What's with him today? He seems genuinely upset.'
Mr. Thomas concluded his lengthy speech, and the corporation's second-largest shareholder took the stage. It was the same rehearsed rhetoric, veiled insults hidden beneath a veneer of politeness. Abigail was left speechless.
The room dimmed as the night sky was set ablaze with a stunning display of fireworks. Steven's patience was wearing thin as he watched the two figures, their silhouettes intermittently illuminated by the fireworks. "That's it," he said into the phone, "Handle the rest as you see fit."
"Boss?" Patrick's question was met with a dial tone. Steven pocketed his phone and made his way towards the couple, only to find Jack standing alone as he approached.
"Where's Abi?" Steven asked, his voice laced with a hint of darkness. Jack was taken aback, "She went to the restroom."
The clamor of the fireworks was deafening, and the dim lighting made it impossible for Steven to spot her. He waited until the fireworks ended and the lights came back on, but Abigail was nowhere to be found.
Navigating through the crowd, Steven headed towards the restrooms. "Mr. Medici..." A woman attempted to catch his attention, but Steven skillfully sidestepped her.
She was a minor shareholder in M Group, who had been smitten with Steven since his entrance earlier that evening. "Mr. Medici, hello, I'm Megan, a shareholder with M Group. I have to say, I'm quite taken with you. I fell for you at first sight. I don't suppose you have a girlfriend, do you? If not, might I be of interest?" Megan, twenty-four and confident in her youth and beauty, spoke boldly.
Steven replied curtly, "I do have a girlfriend," and continued on his way without a second glance. Megan stood frozen, her mind racing. Wasn't Steven supposed to be single, a cold-hearted workaholic? When did he get a girlfriend? Who was she? How did she win him over? Why hadn't any of this been leaked?
Upon reaching the restrooms, a lady stepped out just as Steven arrived. He asked her with polite restraint, "Excuse me, is there anyone still inside?" The lady was so taken aback by the question that it took her a moment to collect herself, blushing, "No... it was just me..."
Steven didn't understand her embarrassment. He took out his phone and dialed Abigail's number, only to find it was switched off.
As Steven was heading towards the outdoor banquet hall to check if Abigail had returned, he passed by the fire escape when he overheard a voice saying, "That little tramp is gonna get it today..."
Pushing open the fire escape door, Steven caught sight of two or three guys coming up, and one of them casually kicked aside a high heel that had fallen on the stairs. That high heel belonged to Abigail. She had worn it earlier that night.
In an instant, Steven grabbed one of the guy's collars and demanded, "Where's Abi?" The other two, who hadn't been caught, snapped back to reality, recognized Steven, and bolted down the stairs in fright!
Left alone, the one still in Steven's grip, realizing his pals had deserted him, stammered with fear, "Medici, Mr. Medici, what are you... why are you here...?"
"Where is she?" Steven pressed, his tone loaded with anger. The man, terrified and having never seen Steven this enraged, blurted out, "D-downstairs, room 3201..."
At the apex of the grand hotel, a jubilant celebration was in full swing, while the floors below were occupied by the hotel's guest rooms.
Suddenly, a sense of dread washed over Steven. Without a moment's hesitation, he began to move swiftly towards room 3201.
Within the confines of the room, Abigail lay helplessly on the bed. She was acutely aware of the imminent danger she was in, yet she was drained of the strength to resist. Fear gripped her heart in an iron fist.
Mr. Thomas, with a condescending smirk, patted her face. "Thinking you can take me on, foolish girl... You've yet to experience the real deal from me. Today, you'll get a taste until you cry, 'daddy!'" His intentions were clear - to tarnish her innocence, capture the act in photographs, and use them as leverage to manipulate her within the company.
"Don't... don't come any closer..." Abigail's voice trembled. She felt an unbearable discomfort, her body overheating and spiraling out of control, even as Mr. Thomas advanced toward her.
"So young..." Mr. Thomas mused, his fingers tracing her soft cheeks. Dressed in her color-block attire, she appeared innocent yet alluring.
Abigail's fists clenched so tightly that her nails threatened to pierce her skin.
"It's futile. The drug's effects are beyond your control... Stop wasting your strength," Mr. Thomas sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "Just do as I say, and I might be gentle. I know it's your first time."
"Get out." Abigail's voice, drained of all strength, was barely more than a whimper. Tears streamed down her face at the thought of the violation she was about to endure.
Without a hint of remorse, Mr. Thomas forcefully yanked down her dress. She lacked the strength to resist, her mind echoing with the question, 'How had it come to this?' Her tears flowed once again.
Mr. Thomas dragged the dress to her waist, revealing the last shred of her modesty on her fair skin.
"So beautiful..." Mr. Thomas remarked, as if admiring a priceless piece of art.
Pinned down and immobilized, Abigail cried out in despair, "Mr. Medici, please help me." In her mind, he was the only one who could save her.
Mr. Thomas sneered, "Mr. Medici is still upstairs. No matter how loud you scream, he won't hear you..." As he spoke, he delivered a cruel slap across her face, taunting, "What's wrong, sweetheart? Am I not enough for you? Got your eye on someone younger and more attractive?"
Abigail sobbed, "Get away from me..." She was powerless, her hands trapped beneath his.
Mr. Thomas saw her tears and felt a twisted sense of affection, "I just love how pitiful and adorable you are..."
He was on the verge of stripping away the last of her dignity when the door burst open. Steven rushed in, his eyes taking in the sight of the girl on the bed, her hands pinned above her head, crying pitifully and calling out, "Mr. Medici."
The intruder's arrival shocked Mr. Thomas, causing him to stumble backward in fear as his plan was abruptly interrupted.
Fueled by a towering rage, Steven strode forward quickly. He draped his jacket over the girl, then delivered a fierce kick to Mr. Thomas. Seizing a chair from the side, he brought it crashing down on the man.
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