CHAPTER 229: CHAPTER 229: ON THE BRINK OF DEATH

Where is she?

Her mind buzzed instantly.

Rushing out of the restaurant, she saw Jared Langley’s car just about to leave. She dashed in front of it.

Jared hit the brakes hard, barely avoiding her.

Raine Kane smashed his car window with a punch. Just as Jared was about to get angry, she took the initiative, reaching inside the car, grabbing his collar, and asked, "What have you done to her?"

Jared brushed her hand away coldly, "Let go. You’re just a dog my second uncle keeps. Who gave you the guts to lay hands on your master? Juliana... isn’t she inside?"

Raine suppressed his insult, lowered her voice, "Young master, have you thought about the consequences of doing this?"

Jared’s eyes darkened, "To achieve great things, one must learn to let go. If I’ve wronged her, I’ll make it up to her in the future."

Raine’s lowered hand clenched into a fist and then relaxed as she took out her phone to make a call...

Juliana Jacobs was taken into a car by a group of unidentified people.

A moment later, the car stopped at the entrance of a bar.

These people roughly pushed her into a foul-smelling private room.

Inside, there were about seven or eight men, sitting or standing, gathered around the central sofa like stars surrounding the moon.

Several hostesses were nestled in their arms, but backed off sensibly when the man in the floral shirt stood up.

The man in the floral shirt bore an oily bald head, his face full of fake smiles as he looked at Juliana, but his squinted eyes gleamed.

He lazily swirled his wine glass forward, the ice clinking, sounding particularly harsh in the room.

"Do you know why you’re here?"

"Give me back my phone," Juliana said.

As soon as she got in the car, they took her phone away, clearly afraid she’d call for help.

The man in the floral shirt laughed impudently, "You won’t be needing that thing here."

With that, he reached out to stroke Juliana’s face.

Juliana disdainfully dodged, causing the seven or eight men gathered around the sofa to jeer.

The man in the floral shirt turned and looked at them, "This lady doesn’t know the rules here. Who’ll show her?"

One of the men kicked a woman beside him forward, "Go, show her what to do."

The woman, kicked to the ground without dignity, crawled to the man in the floral shirt, trembling, and called out, "Tierney."

The man in the floral shirt said nothing. The woman straightened up from her kneeling position, touched his belt, and began to do things too eye-searing to watch.

Juliana was thoroughly disgusted, turning her face away.

But the man in the floral shirt crudely grabbed her chin, forcing her to face him, "Do you know who I am?"

"I don’t know you." Juliana stared coldly at his face.

The man in the floral shirt smiled, "I’m Tim Paxton, Wayne Paxton is my brother."

Long-forgotten memories exploded in Juliana’s mind.

That past of being electrocuted, the scars still on her waist and abdomen, made her blood run backwards in an instant.

"Today, I want to see what kind of woman brought him down."

After speaking, the men on the sofa let out lewd laughs.

One of them shouted, "Tierney, the order from above is to collect her biological sample, remember to leave her breathing for the handover."

Juliana narrowed her eyes.

Tim suddenly pulled her into his arms, "What part of your body will be used for the biological sample, blood or something else? Your choice."

Before he finished speaking, Juliana suddenly raised her hand, elbow striking hard at Tim’s closer heart.

Tim grunted, the fake smile on his face instantly shattered, becoming hideous.

"Bitch!"

He kicked the hostess kneeling before him away.

The woman flew out by inertia, her back crashing onto the edge of the coffee table, a pool of glaring red spreading beneath her, she couldn’t even let out a scream before fainting.

Yet to Tim, it was like kicking a cat or dog to death.

After kicking the woman, he swung his thick arms and slapped Juliana hard on the face.

Juliana was slapped to the ground, her eyes turning black, her left ear buzzing, unable to hear anything.

Tim spat on the floor toward her as he walked over, unabashedly sneering.

"A bitch dares to cross me, a woman here is just livestock, I can kill you if I want to!"

Juliana couldn’t get up in that moment, and just as Tim raised his foot to her head, the room’s door was pushed open, and Adrian Langley rushed in from outside.

"Stop it!"

Tim paused because of his sudden appearance.

Adrian rushed to Juliana, helping her up and stepping back a few paces.

"You do this, is there no law?"

His voice trembled with anger, yet it clearly lacked deterrence.

"How could you come here? Leave right now!" Juliana broke free from his supportive hand.

"I just notified Elias Langley, but he seems to be on his way."

"Elias Langley?" Tim snorted as if hearing a joke, "You’re so naive. He doesn’t dare to storm into my room."

With that, he waved indiscriminately at his men, "Drag this eyesore out and teach him the rules."

The seven or eight men on the sofa immediately headed towards Adrian.

"Go quickly, go!"

Juliana immediately pushed Adrian toward the door.

However, they didn’t give Adrian the chance to escape. At the moment of opening the door, they surrounded him in an instant.

Adrian was brought to the alley behind the bar, each of them brandishing a steel pipe, swinging it at him with the wind.

"No!" A woman’s shrill cry pierced the darkness of the alley.

Rosalind Linton ran over from the alley entrance.

Adrian was covered in blood, unable to speak, only shaking his head desperately at his mother, begging her not to come over.

But Rosalind unswervingly rushed to her son, kneeling on the ground and holding him in her arms.

"I’ve already called the police, you’ll all go to jail."

The men laughed wildly at her words, "The police don’t dare to arrest us. Foolish woman, do you want to be taught a lesson with your son?"

Rosalind clung to her son, her eyes lit with determination.

"I don’t believe you maggots can run rampant in this world!"

As soon as she spoke, the seven or eight men raised their steel pipes again, and Rosalind clung tightly to her son without letting go...

At this moment, inside the room.

Tim had lost patience, grabbing a wine bottle and smashing it toward Juliana’s head.

After a dull thud, Juliana felt a sharp pain on her head, warm blood flowing down her cheek, even blurring her vision.

Tim grabbed her blood-soaked hair, hurling her onto the sofa with a heavy body pressing down on her.

"My brother became a cripple because of you, today I’ll use a man’s way to make you a cripple too!"

He sneered, tearing at Juliana’s clothes.

The hostesses shrunk in the corner in fear, none daring to step forward to help.

Juliana was overwhelmed by humiliation and anger, reaching for the glass ashtray on the coffee table within reach.

Without the slightest hesitation, she used all her strength to smash it onto Tim’s temple!

Tim’s head was knocked sideways, the whole person dazed.

After a brief burst of intense pain, he felt a warm, sticky sensation at his fingertips and his demeanor became even more vicious.

"Bitch, I’ll kill you!"

He irrationally sat heavily on Juliana’s waist and abdomen.

This move nearly caused Juliana’s internal organs to rupture; she almost passed out on the spot.

Then, Tim reached out with his bloody, alcohol-soaked fat hand, choking her neck like an iron vise.

Juliana couldn’t breathe, struggling desperately as her vision began to blur, her consciousness gradually slipping away...