Chapter 220 Natalia’s In Danger
There was no answer.
The drizzle quickly turned into a heavy downpour, drenching everything in sight.
With her phone hanging on to just three percent battery, Natalia clutched it tightly, whispering a desperate plea. “Please, Rachel… pick up. I’m begging you.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks, mixing with the raindrops, but the ache in her chest hurt even more.
But then, her fear escalated. A group of men, dressed oddly, lingered nearby. Their whistles sent a chill down her spine as they moved toward her with clear bad intentions.
Her instincts screamed danger.
Gripping her phone tightly, she turned and bolted.
But the group wasn’t about to let her escape. The moment she ran, they followed.
She sprinted through the pounding rain, her heart racing in terror.
The roads were slick, and her shoes provided no grip. Within moments, they slipped off her feet.
But there was no time to stop. Barefoot and panicked, she pushed herself to run faster as the men gained
on her.
The night was pitch–black, and the relentless rain blurred her vision.
One drop, then another… Each seemed to hit her heart directly.
Her chest tightened, her pulse racing so fast it felt like her heart might burst. Fear consumed her.
The men’s voices slithered through the storm, mocking. “Where are you off to, sweetheart? A pretty thing like you shouldn’t be running. What if you slip? Let us take care of you.”
Their jeers grew closer, suffocating her with terror.
Then–disaster struck. Her foot skidded, and before she could regain balance, she crashed to the ground.
Pain exploded through her limbs, sharp and unforgiving.
But she had no time to cry out. Bracing herself with one hand, she struggled to push herself up.
The moment she got back on her feet, they had already encircled her.
“Not bad, darling. You’ve got some speed,” one of them sneered, his eyes crawling over her like insects.
His stare was vile, peeling away her dignity with every second that passed.
“Told you, didn’t I?” Another one leered. “Look at that face, that body–pure perfection. A real prize.”
He took a step forward, reaching a filthy hand toward her.
Natalia didn’t flinch. She smacked his hand away, her voice cold and defiant. “Don’t you dare touch me.” “Feisty, huh?” he chuckled darkly. “That just makes you more fun.” He reached for her again.
Without missing a beat, she struck his hand away again, disgust flashing in her eyes. “I said, don’t touch
me.”
That did it. His expression twisted with anger.
He lunged, seizing her wrist in one hand and gripping her chin with the other. His voice dripped with cruelty. “Who do you think you are, huh? Acting all high and mighty. You asked for this.”
Her wrist was locked in his grasp, no escape in sight.
But she had never been the type to submit without a fight.
Without hesitation, she sank her teeth deep into his flesh.
“Argh! You little-” he yelped, his face contorting in agony.
Natalia didn’t let up. If anything, she bit down harder, as if sheer force could carve her defiance into his flesh.
“Dammit, let go! I said let go!” he roared, shaking his arm violently in an attempt to break free.
Soon, blood began to drip from the man’s hand, making the scene even more terrifying.
Before she knew it, others forcefully pulled Natalia away.
But the moment she was free, the man slapped her hard across the face–once, twice, three times in a row. Her vision blurred as dizziness took over, leaving her dazed and disoriented.
But even through the ringing in her ears, her mind remained razor–sharp. Lifting her head, she locked eyes with the man and said, “Unless you kill me and erase every trace, you will regret this.”
He scoffed, his voice laced with mockery. “Keep dreaming. You’re insane.”
“Insane? We’ll see about that.”
Glancing at his injured hand, the man scowled. “Damn it, just my luck. Take her back. I’ll handle her once I get this patched up.”
Natalia was shoved into a van by a few of the men, while the rest escorted their wounded leader to the hospital.
As the van rumbled down the road, Natalia saw a chance.
She reached for her phone, hoping to make another call, but the screen remained black. Battery dead.
She swallowed hard.
Chapter 220 Natalia’s In Danger
Fear clawed at her throat, but she shoved it down.
She had no illusions. She knew no one was coming to save her.
Her only chance was if that injured man took his time coming back,
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When Rachel opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Andres.
“Mr. Garrett?” she murmured, startled.
“Surprised to see me?” he teased.
“Honestly? Yeah. I wasn’t sure I’d wake up at all.”
Since childhood, she had harbored a deep fear of water.
So the moment she fell into the water, she thought it was over.
“Lucky for you, I got there in time.”
“I can’t thank you enough. Without you, I doubt I’d be here to see another sunrise.”
“Don’t talk like that. Get some rest–we’ll watch the sunrise together tomorrow.”
“Alright.”
But as she lay back down, a sudden thought jolted through her. Natalia. She had fallen into the pool too.
Rachel’s heart pounded as she grabbed her phone, turning it on in a hurry.
The screen lit up with several missed calls. Brian had called, and so had Natalia.
With her heart pounding, she dialed back, but no answer.
It was late–was Natalia just asleep?
Yet, the longer she lay there, the more unsettled she felt.
Natalia had never been one to hide her feelings. Brian’s actions today must have hit her hard.
But why so many calls? Something wasn’t right.
That was it–Rachel shot up, quickly throwing on her clothes.
Andres noticed and frowned. “Where are you going?”
“It’s Natalia. I have a bad feeling. I need to find her.”
“It’s pouring out. I’ll go with you.”
“Thanks.”
Through the pounding rain, Andres drove Rachel to the hotel in under twenty minutes.
At the front desk, she checked the records and surveillance footage–Natalia hadn’t come back.
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Rachel’s stomach twisted and her unease deepened.
She pressed a hand to her forehead, anxiety tightening her chest. “We need to find Natalia now. I’m scared something’s happened.”
Andres steadied her. “Relax. I’ll have my people start looking immediately.”
“Thanks. Should we also report it to the police?”
“Definitely. The more hands on this, the better.”
Rachel hesitated, lost in thought.
After a long pause, she finally called Brian.
Brian answered almost instantly, his voice brimming with excitement. “Rachel, you’re awake? How do
feel?”
“Still breathing, I suppose.”
“Where are you? I’ll come get you,” he replied eagerly.
“Forget about me. I can’t reach Natalia. Something’s wrong. Get someone to look into it–now.”
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