Chapter: 753
After three gunshots shattered the silence and the begging and pounding on the door ceased abruptly, the occupants of the private room must have realized what had happened outside.
Then, unexpectedly, two more gunshots rang out. The door to the private room flew open, revealing two figures silhouetted against the backlight.
"Look at all these beautiful girls! What a treat," exclaimed one intruder.
The crew-cut man's eyes widened as he surveyed the room. The first woman he noticed approached the door; her beauty was stunning, capturing his attention completely.
Her delicate features, curly eyelashes, and red lips seemed to pull all the light toward her.
Opposite her stood a blonde foreigner with striking blue eyes, her pretty face causing him to catch his breath. He hadn't yet had the pleasure of such company.
Alongside her sat two other women-one exuding cuteness, the other sunny and cheerful. Each had a charm of her own, particularly the adorable one who seemed like a living doll, tempting anyone to reach out and embrace her.
The one-eyed man by the door couldn't help but stare at the four women, admiring them.
He had this weird thing about watching beautiful women undressing and being all vulnerable. Seeing those once-confident ladies reduced to just pleasure moans and surrendering would thrill him.
“I'll take two; you grab the other pair," he said, quick to make his choice.
He pointed out. "I'll have the prettiest and the cutest; the rest are yours."
The crew-cut man felt a bit annoyed. It was his idea to come here, so he figured he should get first dibs. But knowing the one-eyed man had a short temper, he just went along with it.
Susanna screamed as the men burst in through the door, seeking shelter in Joanna's arms.
“Where are the bodyguards at the door?" she yelled, panic in her voice.
She had made sure they were hidden well. They couldn't just bail on her now, right? Was something happened to them? The thought made her go pale. She had a bunch of guards around, but were they all injured or dead?
In the room, the four women should confront two armed men. Should they escape tonight? Susanna doubted it. In the quiet of the private chamber, her sobs rang out, filling the space with her distress.
She hadn't ventured far from home for fun before; she didn't want to die young.
Norah shook her head, noticing Susanna's vulnerability and lack of mental fortitude; crying couldn't resolve all the problems.
She watched as the two men advanced, her gaze icy and calculating.
They moved with a confident stride, their posture unwavering, and the palpable menace exuding from them hinted at a history stained with bloodshed.
Alice's eyes betrayed her murderous intent, her gaze sharp with a desire for justice.
Faced with these vicious men, both Alice and Norah shared the same resolve: to tackle the threat head-on.
Their eyes met, and they nodded.
It seemed they had silently agreed on their next move.