Chapter 105 The Same Suit Jacket
“We should proceed with the examination first and assess the results afterwards,” the doctor suggested
cautiously.
“Alright, thanks so much, doctor!”
Across town, Tracy was pinned down on a couch.
Her blouse was ripped, revealing her shoulder, which only heightened her vulnerability.
With her long hair disheveled and her head bowed in defeat, she pleaded, “Please, stop! I can’t handle any
more alcohol.”
However, no one listened to her pleas.
Her resistances only seemed to turn them on, their eagerness to dominate her growing. “Come on, Tracy, show us what you’re made of! Two more bottles should be easy for you. Or do you think we’re not worth your time?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, enhancing her woeful appearance. “I’m telling the truth. I’m not good with
alcohol. Drinking more might kill me.”
She hoped her honesty would soften their approach.
Yet, Simon Prescott merely scoffed, his laughter booming. “Scared? Don’t be. At the very least, I can have a doctor and an ambulance ready. Should anything happen, I’ll cover your hospital expenses ten times over.”
Despite Tracy’s continuous rejections and pleas, Simon’s patience thinned. He grabbed her chin forcefully with one hand and thrust a glass of wine to her lips with the other.
Tracy initially resisted, managing to spit out much of the wine.
This act, however, splashed wine on Simon, igniting his anger further.
“You’re just a secretary, a nobody. Even if I rape you today, no one would dare confront me.”
Gasping for air, Tracy retorted fiercely, “You’re going to regret this! I work for Brian White. When he learns of this, he won’t stand by. You should release me now.”
Hearing this, Simon’s laughter grew louder and more disdainful. “Really? Brian White? Do you think he actually cares what happens to a secretary?”
He then commanded his associates, “Hold her down. I’m not stopping today until she begs for mercy.”
Immediately, two men approached and seized Tracy firmly on either side. Their grip was strong
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Despite her struggles, Tracy found escape impossible.
With a malevolent grin, Simon said mockingly, “You asked for this.”
He stood over her, elegantly pouring a glass of red wine that fell like a stream of blood. The pour was quick and harsh. Wine splattered across Tracy’s face, hair, and clothes, and some forced its way into her mouth, compelling her to swallow.
After forcing several glasses of wine, he switched to hard liquor.
Tracy watched in horror as he uncorked a bottle of strong spirits, her eyes wide with fear, shaking her head
frantically,
She tried to plead, but her voice failed her.
His laughter grew wilder, more chilling
With each chuckle, he tipped the bottle, letting the liquor flow freely.
The onslaught left Tracy disheveled and drenched, reeking of alcohol.
As the harsh liquor burned down her throat, it felt like her insides were aflame.
The sensation was both fiery and painful.
She arched her neck back, desperately trying to clamp her mouth shut.
Her jaw was clamped tightly as she was forcibly fed mouthfuls of alcohol, filling her mouth completely.
By the end of the ordeal, with the bottle now empty, she was nearly unconscious, continuously coughing.
At that moment, her face was drenched not just from alcohol but also from tears mixed with regret.
She had known of Simon Prescott’s reputation as a privileged, brash heir in his forties, infamous for his reprehensible actions, and flaunting his wealth.
Yet, she had intentionally come, believing that enduring some hardship or harassment might compel Brian to
rescue her.
Tracy had anticipated possibly ending up drunk or being inappropriately touched. However, the reality of the situation had far surpassed her worst expectations. Had she foreseen the actual danger, she would never have chosen such a risky tactic.
She realized she had gambled and lost miserably.
Just as despair overwhelmed her, the door of the private room was violently burst open.
Brian entered, his formidable presence framed by a backlight, looking every bit the hero she needed.
Overwhelmed, Tracy managed to cry out, “Brian, help!”
“Mr. White!” The people in the room foticed Brian’s arrival.
Rather than showing caution, they laughed. Simon sauntered over to Brian, offering him a cigarette.
“Mr. White, your secretary is quite a stunner. Let her stay a few days with me, and it’s not just this deal I’ll sign. I’ll commit to ten more, with a profit split of seventy for you, thirty for me.”
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Bran responded with a sneer. In a swift motion, he dropped the cigarette and ground it into the floor with his
Simon’s expression shifted from smugness to discomfort. “Mr. White, what… what is this about?”
“Nothing” Brian replied with a cold smile, his expression devoid of warmth.
with a slight twist of his mouth, he added casually, “Just that your end will be much like this cigarette’s.”
Briat’s eyes remained fixed on the remains of the cigarette.
Understanding dawned on Simon, who began to stammer apologies frantically.
Tracy, her cheeks wet with tears, looked up. “Brian, thank goodness you’re here!”
“There’s no need to be afraid. Trust me.” Brian approached, his touch reassuring as he patted her shoulder.
He then removed his coat and gently covered her with it. “Sit quietly on the sofa for a bit. I’ll handle this.”
“Okay” Tracy responded, visibly relieved.
Chaps ensued shortly afterward, the room filling with the sounds of groans and pleas for mercy.
Brian, driven by fury, seemed unstoppable.
It was rumored that Brian had knocked out a few teeth from Simon by the end of the altercation.
Rachel learned of the incident through the design department’s group chat.
A colleague mentioned that a friend, working as an attendant at the club, witnessed everything and shared the
details
The employee shared not only had text but also pictures, making her words convincing.
One particular image stood out, showing Brian tenderly placing his suit jacket over Tracy.
Despite the dim lighting of the room, his expression was unmistakably gentle, filled with compassion and
Rachel blinked away the discomfort in her eyes.
She recognized the jacket – it was the same one he had switched into at the bridal shop, the very suit jacket he was about to wear on their wedding day.
