One of the drunk men grabbed Eleanor, while another lunged toward Nora.
“Hey, another lovely lady! Come on, let’s have some fun—he’s paying for everything tonight,” the man slurred, his smirk disgusting.
Nora cursed Eleanor under her breath.
Clenching her jaw, she spun around and bolted.
Both of them couldn’t get dragged away. Someone had to escape.
She raced toward the private room, but hadn’t gone more than a few steps before the man caught up to her.
“Hey, beautiful, I’m not a bad guy—don’t run,” he said, yanking Nora back so hard that he slammed open the door to a private suite.
There were people inside. Quite a few.
Before Nora could even process what was happening, the man’s grip on her wrist vanished. In the next instant, he was yanked away, leaving Nora behind.
Louis’s voice cut through the confusion. “Get out.”
The man stumbled and fled, not daring to look back.
Louis nodded a brief apology to the people at the table, then ushered Nora out.
“What happened?” he asked.
Nora barely had time to catch her breath. “Eleanor’s still in trouble—one of those guys dragged her off.”
“I’ll call Daniel.”
Louis grabbed Nora by the wrist. “You’re not safe alone. I’ll have the manager look for her.”
He called the manager. Within minutes, word came back—they’d found her.
Nora and Louis hurried to the scene.
The private suite was a wreck.
Daniel had a man pinned, landing brutal punch after punch—each blow landed with a sickening sound that made Nora’s teeth clench. Two more men lay sprawled and moaning on the floor.
In the corner, Eleanor cowered, her clothes torn and half off her body, red marks showing starkly against her skin.


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