Chapter 60

The door burst open just as she raised her hand to knock.

A disheveled woman was forcefully ejected, landing on the floor with a painful groan.

From inside, a man’s harsh, rough voice reached Sadie’s ears. “If you can’t handle the game, stay out of it. You’re just spoiling my fun!” A slight tension gripped Sadie’s frame as she pieced together the scene inside.

A wave of fear washed over her.

She was about to turn away when the man caught sight of her. “Hey there, pretty lady. First time here?” he inquired, eyeing her with evident predatory interest.

With quick thinking, Sadie said, “I’m sorry, I’m just passing by.”

The man’s gaze narrowed suspiciously on her. When he noticed the suit jacket she wore, his expression momentarily stilled.

The jacket, dark and meticulously tailored, clearly spoke of wealth.

Her appearance in a man’s jacket suggested she wasn’t alone. And the quality of the jacket implied its owner was influential and not to be trifled with.

The man was here for fun, not for trouble.

Yet, the allure of Sadie’s beauty made it hard for him to dismiss her. Finally, he shoved down his frustration and gave the woman on the floor a kick, muttering, “What a killjoy!” He then forcefully shut the door.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sadie knelt to assist the weeping woman, gently asking, “Are you okay?”

Tears streaming, the woman said, “They’re just dreadful…”

As Sadie soothed her, she simultaneously gathered useful information.

“They… they made me do things…” The woman’s voice trembled, each word a broken shard of terror.

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Sadie listened patiently, slowly reconstructing the chaos of events. Inside the private room, a man in his forties reigned supreme, a center of gravity around which every sycophant swirled. Drink-sellers were coerced by these sycophants into performing provocative acts, yet the man in the center didn’t seem interested.

“He didn’t even look at me…” The woman sobbed, her anguish deepening. “They told me I was worthless… then discarded me like refuse.”

In that moment, Sadie was convinced Roy was a man of principles. If she could avoid the sycophants surrounding him and speak to him directly, she’d face far less peril.

Exiting the Night Owl Bar, Sadie lingered at the entrance, her eyes scanning every departing silhouette, determined not to miss sight of Roy. The cool night wind whispered over her exposed skin, teasing stray hairs on her forehead. Even in the murk of night, Sadie’s beauty shone unmistakably—a silent magnet drawing attention from every corner.

A man with glossy hair and an ostentatious flair stepped forward and flirtatiously said, “My dear, would you care to join me for a drink inside? Just name your price.”

Sadie merely shook her head, her voice cool and unyielding. “I’m afraid I must decline—I’m awaiting someone.”

The man’s expression darkened as he snapped, “Why do you have to play hard to get?”

When he lunged forward, attempting to seize Sadie and pull her into the bar, her alarm surged. In a burst of defiance, she declared, “This is a public place; stop making a scene!”

A harsh laugh escaped the man as he sneered. “You parade your allure openly—why act so righteous? Attend to me, and your rewards shall be generous.”noveldrama

Undeterred, he reached out once more, his eyes glinting with greed and desire. But Sadie fought back fiercely—a resounding slap crashing into his leering face.

The man staggered, his shock quickly turning to rage as he shouted, “Damn, you bitch—how dare you hit me?”

Enraged, he roughly grabbed Sadie’s neck, pinning her hard against a nearby car. A crushing wave of suffocation hit her; she struggled for breath as her vision began to blur.

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