Chapter 243 Game
Diana felt dizzy and disoriented from the kiss, her lips still smeared with blood, making her look even more alluring and irresistible.
She panted, trying to catch her breath, and then began to struggle. She wanted to kick Charles, but her twisted ankle made it impossible.
Frustrated, she dug her fingernails into the back of his hand, but Charles's thick skin didn't even register the pain.
Billy stood nearby, his eyes bloodshot, fists clenched, and his face starting to swell with anger and jealousy, yet he felt utterly powerless.
At that moment, two men hurried out of the banquet hall, spotting Billy and Charles. They avoided eye contact and spoke in a cold, low voice, "Mr. Billy Richardson, Mr. Vance Richardson wants to see you."
It seemed Nolan had gone to complain, alerting Vance.
Tonight was supposed to be about fostering peaceful relations with the Percy Group, but now, the relationship between the two families was likely ruined.
Vance was inside, frantic with worry, cursing Billy while also fearing Charles might harm him.
He had no choice but to send people to check on the situation and bring Billy back.
If Billy refused, they were to drag him back; the Richardson family couldn't tolerate such humiliation!
As expected, Billy stood his ground, unmoving. He reached out, trying to pull Diana over, but the next second, the two men exchanged a glance and one of them said, "Sorry, Mr. Billy Richardson."
One man swiftly knocked Billy out, and the other caught him, dragging him around the front of the banquet hall.
"Mr. Percy, Mr. Vance Richardson asked us to deliver a message to you."
The man bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice, "Tonight's incident was purely accidental. Mr. Vance Richardson will strictly discipline Mr. Billy Richardson in the future. We hope Mr. Percy can be forgiving and not hold a grudge. Mr. Vance Richardson will personally visit to apologize."
With that, the man bowed deeply and hurried away, fearing Charles might ask more questions.
The Richardson family's stance was indeed humble. Charles sneered, "This is the man you fancy? Pathetic."
Still controlled by his family at his age, he was just a puppet.
"None of your business. You're the real bastard here!" Diana snapped, digging her nails into his hand.
Charles narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint in his gaze under the light.
He suppressed his anger, knowing there would be plenty of time to settle the score later.
He suddenly let go of her hand and said, "I'll give you ten minutes to run. If I catch you, you'll face the consequences of tonight."
He raised his watch, ignoring Diana's reaction, and continued, "Three, two, one. Go."
Diana's eyes widened, and she quickly turned and ran.
Her defiance felt good for a moment, but she had forgotten that Charles was a jerk.
Not only that, she had also forgotten about her twisted ankle.
As soon as she started moving, a sharp pain shot through her ankle, causing her to stumble and nearly fall.
Charles instinctively reached out to steady her, but seeing Diana straighten up and limp a few steps before running again, he frowned. When did Diana twist her ankle?
He wanted to stop the game, but Diana's voice came through, "Don't move! I will get away."
Hearing this, Charles's expression returned to calm, standing in the dark like a predator, eyes fixed on Diana's retreating figure.
The pain in her ankle made Diana break out in a cold sweat. She moved, and when the pain became unbearable, she hopped on one foot, not daring to look back. But soon, she realized things weren't that simple.
Homestead Sunset Valley was vast, and she had been brought in at night by bodyguards, so she had no idea how to get out.
The shadows of the trees loomed around her, the rustling leaves in the night wind making her more alert and anxious.
Where exactly was she in Homestead Sunset Valley, and why were there so many trees?
Gritting her teeth, Diana followed the stone path towards the lights.
Finally, she saw a staff member of Homestead Sunset Valley.
Diana's eyes lit up, and she rushed over, "Hey, can you help me? I need a cab, like, right now." Her tone was urgent, startling the staff member.
She was dressed in thin clothes, her hair disheveled, and she had lost one shoe, looking utterly disheveled.
Anyone who didn't know better might think she had escaped from a mental institution.
But her face was so beautiful that it evoked sympathy.
The staff member regained composure and supported Diana, asking, "Miss, are you okay? What happened?"
Diana shook her head, too rushed to explain, and repeated, "Just call me a cab, please. I'll pay you, just help me."
The staff member frowned, glancing behind her but seeing no one.
This was Homestead Sunset Valley; if word got out about any safety issues, it would be a disaster.
But Diana didn't seem to be acting. The staff member thought for a moment, then held onto her, speaking patiently, "Miss, don't worry. It's too cold out here. Come inside and tell us what happened. If there's a threat, our security team will handle it."
After that, she tried to pull Diana inside.
Diana shook her head. If it were a criminal, she could fight back; but Charles was a wolf in sheep's clothing!
"He's not a criminal, just call me a cab and let me go." She tried to plead again.
The staff member's expression turned serious, explaining, "Miss, you can't get a cab here. Once we understand the situation, we can arrange for someone to take you home. But for now, we need to ensure there's no danger to other guests."
Hearing this, Diana knew pleading was useless. She shook off the staff member's hand and continued hobbling away.
Even without knowing the direction, it was better than being caught by Charles.
The staff member gasped and wanted to chase after her but thought better of it and quickly notified security.
Whether Diana's story was true or not, finding the criminal was the priority.
Diana gritted her teeth, unsure if ten minutes had passed.
The night was deep, and she could only rely on the streetlights to find the exit.
When she encountered people again, she was more composed.
Finally, she got clear directions and sighed in relief, glancing back to see no one following.
After what felt like an eternity of struggling to move, she finally spotted the exit.
The lights were bright, clearly illuminating the stone with "Homestead Sunset Valley" engraved on it.
Diana's heart raced as she lifted her dress and continued running, her ankle now numb from the pain, mechanically repeating the motion.
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind, "Stop, don't run!"
She turned to see it wasn't Charles, and more than one person was chasing her.
Diana's heart sank. She thought, 'That jerk Charles have broken the rules and sent people after me!'
But on second thought, there hadn't been any rules to this game.
Accepting her bad luck, she gritted her teeth and kept difficult movement.
The exit was right there!
She was almost out!
But just then, her overused right foot finally gave out, refusing to follow her brain's commands.
Diana stumbled, about to hit the ground.
In a split second, she instinctively protected her abdomen, the air around her seeming to freeze, and then, she fell into a warm embrace.
The scent of wood from the man's body filled her nose, and Diana's heart sank.
Her ear pressed against his chest, she heard a chilling laugh above her, sending shivers down her spine.
Charles held her tightly, his breath hot against her ear, his voice barely concealing his excitement, "Got you."
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