Chapter 430 Danger
"You ingrate!" Helen spat venomously. Then, she ordered dismissively, "Get out!"
Natalie frowned, feeling suspicious. Something did not feel right. She hastened out of the yard and immediately called Oliver. The phone rang several times before he answered.
"Are you back in the country?" Natalie asked as soon as the call connected.
"I should be back tomorrow," Oliver replied in a deep and soothing voice that held a hint of indulgence. Then, he asked, "Do you miss me? Are you still mad at me?"
"I have to deal with something now. Bye."
Natalie was about to call Jamie, who was still in the country when suddenly, someone covered her mouth and nose from behind! She had no knowledge of the substance she was forced to inhale, but her consciousness began to fade, and her strength ebbed away.
As her awareness dimmed, she was haunted by the thought of a dreadful scheme!
The drug's effect was mild, preventing Natalie from losing consciousness entirely, instead leaving her in a dazed state of semi-awareness.
Feeling sick, she realized someone was carrying her, then abruptly, she was dropped to the ground. A sharp pain radiated through her tailbone, temporarily numbing it, as unfamiliar, unclean hands roved over her face.
"Oliver's wife is indeed different. It's really worth dying to be able to sleep with his wife!"
"We owe our thanks to our generous benefactor for this, hahaha!"
"Why isn't she awake yet? Did you administer too much?"
A wave of fear washed over Natalie from head to toe.
Suddenly, a harsh slap brought her back to reality.
Natalie, overwhelmed by pain, finally managed to open her eyes, only to find three men leering down at her. Furthermore, three cameras were pointed straight at her! Despite the pain, she glared at them definitely. Alas, she found that she was too weak to move.
"Why so quiet?" a thin man taunted, lifting Natalie's chin. "Are you saving your energy so you can scream later?"
His companions laughed loudly, sharing in the cruel mockery.
"You were sent by Helen."
Despite the panic swelling inside her, Natalie maintained an outward facade of composure; her mind was exceptionally clear. She presented her accusation as a fact, not a question.
The three men seemed momentarily surprised. They looked at each other, then denied any connection.
"Who's Helen? We don't know her. We know that you're Oliver's wife, and after we're done with you, he won't want you anymore! Your life will be over! Do you see? We've invested heavily in these cameras to capture every moment clearly. We'll make sure Oliver sees everything!"
A surge of fear shot through Natalie's heart at the mention of Oliver. Her dread stemmed not just from the potential public disgrace and scrutiny following the exposure, but from the anticipated look of pain and disappointment in Oliver's eyes. She understood better than anyone the depth of Oliver's possessiveness.
"How much did Helen offer you? I can pay you ten times that amount," Natalie offered, masking her desperation with a veneer of calm. "Touch me, and Oliver will make sure you regret it."
The men laughed uproariously as though they had heard a joke.
"Do you think Oliver would care about a woman like you? You're dreaming!"
The sound of fabric tearing filled the otherwise silent room, each rip echoing like a tear through Natalie's heart and sanity. The cold air brushed against her exposed skin. With her wrists bound, Natalie's efforts to kick were futile; each leg was seized by the men. Tears streamed down her face at that moment.
Just as one of the men approached, she sank her teeth hard on his arm, drawing blood.
The man's screams of pain reverberated through the room.
"B*tch!"
Another man struck Natalie hard. She was knocked to the side, her face hitting the dusty ground.
As she braced for what would come next, the man she had bitten approached her, fury in his eyes, wielding an iron rod.
"I'll break your bones today. Let's see how you're going to resist then!"
Bang!
A sharp pain exploded in her calf, causing her body to convulse. A cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she bit her lip to stifle her screams.
"I didn't plan to tell you this, but you, ungrateful wench, are just too annoying," the man said as he held the iron rod. "Do you honestly believe Oliver cares about you? Let me enlighten you; he has returned to the country! At this very moment, he's with that miss from the Hastings family. What's her name? Susan? They're together now. You're nothing to him, just a convenient distraction and a source of warmth in his bed! Did you think you could intimate me by using Oliver? How stupid!"
The physical pain of potentially broken bones was intense, yet the hurt inflicted by the man's words cut deeper.
Natalie felt a surge of resentment.
"What... what did you just say?"
"I said that your beloved is now with Susan! They might even be sharing a bed as we speak!"
"You're lying!"
The revelation felt like an icy shock to Natalie.
"Do you genuinely believe we would endanger our lives for no reason?"
The man, clearly satisfied with Natalie's reaction, prepared to strike her once again with the rod.
At that moment, Natalie's will to fight evaporated. She closed her eyes, bracing herself for the impending pain. However, the warehouse door was suddenly and forcefully broken open.
A figure entered swiftly against the backlight.
Natalie's eyes snapped open, straining to identify the newcomer. Her heart, which had felt numb, surged with a mixture of hope and desperation until she could clearly see the individual – it was Roger!
"Natalie! Natalie!"
Roger, in a gesture of protection, removed his clothing to cover Natalie and held her close, his expression one of distress and concern.
The air was filled with screams and pleas for mercy; it appeared that the men were getting beaten up.
Natalie stared blankly at Roger. After a brief pause, she attempted to look over his shoulder.
"Natalie, Oliver isn't here," Roger finally said, breaking the silence.
Natalie's expression was blank.
'He's not here? Really?'
She persistently scanned the faces of the few individuals Roger had brought with him. Despite their small number, she looked at them for a full ten minutes.
"He really isn't here," Natalie murmured. She forced a smile on her face as agony tore through her heart.
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