Chapter 324 If You Have the Guts, Really Stab Yourself to Death
Not too far from the bar, one of the bartenders, a pretty good-looking guy named Philip, noticed Selena being dragged towards a private room by two suspicious men.
This hotel was the only one around without any surveillance cameras, catering to all sorts of clients and seeing a ton of traffic every day. There was a big sign at the bar entrance: "Enter at Your Own Risk. We’re not responsible for any lost property."
So, most folks who came here were looking for some kind of anonymous thrill.
The staff here made way more money than those at other bars, mainly because they had to deal with some pretty sketchy situations.
Philip was holding a tray and really didn’t want to get mixed up in this mess, even though he knew Selena was Shelley's good friend.
But then Shelley called, saying she wanted to come to the place where he worked.
Philip frowned hard, realizing he had no choice but to get involved. Anger flashed across his face as he handed the tray to a coworker and headed towards the room where Selena was being dragged into.
Selena had already been thrown into the private room, hitting the wall so hard she felt like her stomach was about to come out.
In her daze, she heard the two men talking. "Did Miss Stone give any other instructions? Let's strip her down and take some photos first."
As they spoke, the two men started to undress Selena.
Selena, still foggy, grabbed a bottle from the table and smashed it over one of the guy's heads.
The bottle shattered, and the guy's head was instantly injured.
The two men didn’t expect Selena to have such strength. One of them raised his hand to slap her, but Selena blocked it with the remaining half of the bottle, and the guy's hand hit the jagged edge, making him gasp in pain.
Selena took this chance to rush to the door.
But the two men quickly reacted and chased after her. "You bitch! Where do you think you're going?"
This wasn’t the first time Selena had faced something like this. Last time, Raymond had saved her, but this time she had to save herself!
Even if it meant dying, she wouldn’t let these two guys succeed!
She held the bottle to her own neck.
The two men were startled and scared she might actually do it.
The shattered bottle left only a jagged half in her hand. It was sharp enough to pierce Selena's skin, and crimson blood trickled down, vivid and glaring.
Selena gripped the bottle tightly and sneered at the two men. "Take one more step, and I'll kill myself right now."
Better to die than be humiliated by them.
The pain in her neck kept her alert, and she quickly realized that the two men were afraid of her dying.
She was still Raymond's wife. If she died, William would definitely investigate thoroughly. But if they just humiliated her, she would be too ashamed to speak out and would have to suffer in silence. What a vicious plan!
"You think we care if you die?"
"Yeah! If you have the guts, go ahead and kill yourself!"
As soon as they finished speaking, Selena closed her eyes and pressed harder. More blood flowed from her neck, but her expression grew even calmer.
Selena bawled, "Either you leave now, or I'll die right in front of you. Believe me; the Montague family won't let this go."
The two men exchanged glances; both were a bit frustrated at how ballsy Selena was.
But they had no choice; they had been instructed to rape her but not to let anything tragic happen to her.
"Fine, you win!" With that, the two men opened the door to the private room and left.
As the door closed, cold sweat covered Selena's forehead. She still felt dizzy and nauseous.
Selena quickly reached into her pocket for her phone, only to find it wasn’t on her. After searching the room for a while, she found it under the couch. She picked up the phone and called Shelley.
Outside the door, Philip had been hesitating to go in. He certainly wouldn’t save Selena just because of Shelley; it was better to avoid trouble.
After all, Shelley had just called to say her boss had asked her to work overtime and she wouldn’t be coming. Since that was the case, why should he bother?
Philip was tall; he wore the bar's uniform, giving him a kind of roguish charm. He chuckled lightly and walked away, deciding not to get involved.
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