Chapter 158 Jessica in Danger 2
'Does that mean he has completed his mission and returned safely?' Jessica thought to herself.
Jessica: "Are you back?"
Vincent typed back immediately: [Yeah, just got here.]
Jessica: "That's great, welcome back."
Vincent: [Is there anyone with you?]
From her voice, it was clear she was quite drunk, so he was very worried.
Jessica: "Anyone?"
Jessica looked around again, groggily replying: "Yeah, there are so many people here, everywhere. But they're all dancing, partying. I didn't want to join, so I'm just sitting here drinking."
Drinking?
Vincent was very perceptive. Many drinks in bars were named after non-alcoholic beverages, but they packed a punch. Girls often got deceived by them.
It was clear now that she was very drunk.
Vincent: [Where are you?]
Jessica: "Me?"
Jessica looked around again before giving the address.
Jessica: "I'm at Whiskey Haven Bar."
Vincent: [Alright, wait there, don't wander off. I'm coming to get you.]
After saying that, Vincent instructed Yosef immediately, "Head to Whiskey Haven Bar."
"Boss, are you going to find her?"
"What do you think?" Vincent retorted.
Yosef fell silent.
His question was indeed unnecessary.
Putting down her phone, Jessica slumped over the table. She was very drunk, feeling extremely dizzy.
She felt she couldn't even crawl, let alone walk.
Moreover, the people in front of her were becoming blurry, swaying back and forth.
At that moment, she saw a few men walking towards her through her blurry vision.
Jessica had a bad feeling. The next moment, Paul came over enthusiastically, "Hey there, pretty, are you alone? You're drunk, let us take you home."
"No need, I can go back myself."
But they couldn't hold back any longer. One grabbed her hand, another her shoulder, and they forcibly pulled Jessica up.
Although Jessica was quite drunk, she still had basic discernment.
She reached out and pushed them away. "Get away, get away from me."
"Beautiful lady, you're so pretty, don't be shy!" Paul reached out again.
Jessica struggled and cried, "No, don't touch me. Get away from me!"
But they had finally found a lone prey and wouldn't let her go easily.
Seeing no one intervening, they became even more brazen, almost dragging Jessica out.
With a strong pull, Jessica's mind cleared a bit. She knew she couldn't let them take her away, or she would be doomed.
"Back off! All of you, back off from me."
Jessica pushed them away and tried to run.
But she was too dizzy. After just two steps, her legs gave out, and she fell hard to the ground.
The ground was so unforgiving. She hit it with such force that she saw stars, feeling a searing pain shoot through her.
Seeing her fall, they approached with sinister smiles, making Jessica shiver with fear.
She hugged herself, frantically retreating.
She kept retreating. But there was a table behind her, and she almost retreated under it.
Realizing she had no way out, they grew patient, slowly closing in, slowly tormenting her.
"Please, let me go. I'm married, I'm not the one you're looking for," Jessica pleaded.
She trembled with fear, her voice weak, shaking like a leaf.
"Beautiful lady, lying is not a good habit. You're so pretty, how could you be married?" Paul laughed loudly.
Jessica hugged herself tightly, pleading pitifully, "I really am married, I'm not lying. Please, let me go!"
But they had already made up their minds and wouldn't let her go easily.
One of them couldn't wait any longer, rubbing his hands and walking up with a smile.
Jessica was terrified, her mind blank, unable to think.
Fear.
She felt nothing but fear.
Fear without an end.
As they approached closer, their faces enlarging, she instinctively grabbed something from the table and threw it at them.
Instantly, there was a bang.
Paul clutched his head, crying out in pain, his face contorted.
The next moment, Jessica saw blood seeping from his head, more and more, eventually covering his face.
Paul wiped his face, and seeing the blood, he became even angrier, shouting, "You dare hit me?"
"Very good, you're tough. I don't like ones who are too soft; I prefer taming tough ones like you," Paul said through clenched teeth.
Jessica didn't think twice before hitting him.
Now, seeing Paul bleeding, she was truly frightened.
Paul's expression and his relentless demeanor terrified her even more. Jessica still held the ashtray. There was blood dripping from it onto her white dress, looking very conspicuous.
Jessica was utterly terrified and scared.
Her hand went limp, and the ashtray fell to the ground, making a clanging sound.
The sound was piercing, each clang like a blow to her heart, chilling her to the bone.
At this moment, Paul squatted down and picked up the ashtray.
He held the ashtray in one hand and wiped the blood off it with the other.
Then he reached out towards Jessica.
Jessica trembled uncontrollably, retreating desperately, but her back was against a wall, leaving her no room to retreat.
"No, don't. Please, let me go." Jessica cried helplessly, curling up, trying to make herself smaller, hoping to get away from Paul, but it was useless.
At that moment, she watched as Paul wiped the blood from the ashtray onto her face.
The sticky, wet feeling spread across her face.
Instantly, Jessica felt nauseous.
But Paul didn't give her a chance to vomit.
He grabbed her chin, warning harshly, "Be obedient and things will go easier for you. Otherwise, it's going to get a lot more painful."
After saying that, he wiped his bloody hand on her white dress.
Only after wiping his hand clean did he speak, "Guys, take her away."
Jessica was absolutely terrified, realizing that begging was futile. Instead of being taken away, she would prefer to die right there.
Without thinking, she grabbed a knife from the table.
Seizing the opportunity, she held the knife to her throat, forcing herself to calm down, and said firmly, "I understand begging won't change anything, but do you really want blood on your hands? I'd rather die here than be taken away. If you don't want that burden, please, just let me go!"
The knife was very sharp, the blade glinting against her throat, already drawing a thin line of blood.
Just then, Vincent and Yosef walked in and their hearts skipped a beat at the sight before them.
