Chapter 575 In the End, She Will Be My Woman
With a loud bang, the ashtray fell to the floor, rolling intactly before finally settling.
Her vision blurred, and the hand she had raised fell to the ground as she fainted.
Dorian sneered and slapped her face. "Victoria? Victoria?"
Victoria had a faint sense of awareness, but it seemed like it wasn't Dorian calling her but someone else.
As for why she ended up in Dorian's bed, Victoria knew the reason all too well.
How could she forget that some people, no matter how much she wanted to avoid them, would always find ways to trouble her?
"Victoria?"
Dorian sensed something was wrong and instinctively touched the back of her head, instantly feeling his fingers wet.
It was blood.
Damn it.
But she shouldn't die.
Dorian thought, 'Damn it. But she shouldn't die.'
He looked at her and suddenly remembered the first time he saw her at the Harrington Group.
She looked quite striking in her business attire.
Dorian really wanted to spend a wonderful night with her.
However, she had already been Alexander's woman.
Dorian felt a bit dissatisfied with this, but he still wanted to try Victoria. He thought that she must be gentle and tender, bringing him great pleasure.
Just as he wrapped his arm around Victoria's neck, intending to carry her to the bed, the door was suddenly kicked open from the outside.
Two tall men in black leather jackets kicked the door open and rushed in.
Dorian immediately withdrew his hand from her neck.
"What did you do to her?" The tall man who came in later questioned as he strode closer. It was Alexander.
Dorian immediately replied, "I didn't do anything. Someone sent her to me."
"Really?" Alexander squatted down, cradling the back of her neck, looking at her pale, bloodless face, then looked back at Dorian.
Dorian was wearing a white shirt, now stained with blood on the sleeves.
"She has a head injury, but I swear it has nothing to do with me." Dorian was trembling with fear.
Alexander stared at him and coldly said to the other two guys, "Teach him a lesson.".
After checking the back of Victoria's head, where her hair was matted with blood, Alexander carefully picked her up and left, only leaving behind a cold command.
"Alexander, I said I didn't touch her," Dorian called out as he saw the two tall men approaching him.
Alexander didn't even pause.
"Alexander, if you suspect I touched her, you should take me to the police, not use vigilante justice."
Dorian felt he might end up either dead or severely injured here. But he couldn't call Alexander back.
Shortly after Alexander left, a tearing sound echoed from the locked room.
Alexander looked down at the unconscious Victoria, then carried her and walked out.
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Leander was already waiting at the club entrance.. Seeing Alexander rushing out with Victoria in his arms, he quickly opened the back door of the car.
Leander asked, "Mr. Harrington, what happened to Mrs. Harrington?"
"Hospital. Now," Alexander said briefly.
"Victoria? Victoria?" He gently called her name over and over as he held her in the back seat.
Victoria lay motionless in his arms as if all life had been drained from her.
Alexander's vision blurred as he held her, his chest tightening with intense pain, making it hard to stay calm.
He thought, 'But if I don't stay calm now, what will happen to her?'
"Faster." Alexander restrained his temper, his hoarse voice solemnly commanding.
Leander didn't dare delay. Despite having driven many miles with Alexander over the past few days, this was a matter of life and death.
He couldn't imagine what Alexander would do if something happened to Victoria.
During their time apart, Alexander had been in a bad state.
They kept overtaking cars and running red lights, but Alexander didn't care, and naturally, neither did the driver, Leander.
Alexander felt his black shirt getting soaked. He knew what it was.
He also knew what could happen if the injury was severe. He could only suppress his inner rage and command repeatedly, "Faster."
The police car was already following them, but the people in the car couldn't care less.
Until the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Alexander placed Victoria on the pre-arranged stretcher and followed the medical staff as they rushed her inside.
The police car stopped behind their car, and Leander immediately apologized and handled the situation.
Meanwhile, the police were taking statements at the club and had already contacted Naomi.
Naomi entered the guest room and saw the man beaten and bruised, clutching his crotch and barely holding on. She couldn't help but ask, "What happened? What the hell happened? Who did this to my husband?"
The police officer turned to Naomi and asked, "Are you his wife?"
"Yes, I'm his wife. What happened?" Naomi finally moved forward, slowly squatting beside Dorian.
"He needs to come with us to the police department for questioning, but given his condition, it's best if you come along," The police officer reminded her after recording the staff's statements.
Naomi asked furiously, "He has been hurt so severely, and you still want to question him? Shouldn't we go to the hospital first?"
"Rape is a serious crime, Ma'am."
"What? Rape?" Naomi was stunned. Looking at where Dorian was clutching, she couldn't help but collapse to the floor.
Naomi later called Isabella, who was sitting in a café not far from the club, waiting for the news of Victoria's disgrace.
Isabella wanted to ruin Victoria's reputation.
She wanted Victoria to live in misery.
Seeing Naomi's call, Isabella felt annoyed and turned off her phone.
Right now, she didn't want to answer anyone's call except Dorian's.
But she needed to call Alexander; he might still be away on a business trip. Thinking of this, she immediately dialed his number.
After a while, the call finally connected. "Hello?" came Alexander's voice.
Upon hearing a single 'hello,' Isabella immediately expressed her concern, asking. "Alexander, are you very tired? You sound exhausted."
"What's the matter?" Alexander's voice was weary.
Isabella thought he must be exhausted from the company's recent troubles, so she said, "Alexander, you sound very tired. Please don't overwork yourself, okay?"
"Are you that worried about me?" Alexander asked.
Hearing his voice, Isabella thought he needed comfort, and she had plenty of energy to comfort him. "Of course I'm worried. You know, I've always cared about you more than anything."
"That's good."
"Good?" Isabella was suddenly overjoyed. She knew she could move him. "Alexander, where are you? I can come take care of you right away."
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