Chapter 63 The Trap
Chapter 63 The Trap
Anneliese found it hard to say no, so she nodded.
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When the door to the private room opened, she looked inside and saw five people sitting around, both men and women. Seeing it wasn’t just Jameson, she felt relieved. She walked in, greeted everyone, and poured herself three glasses of wine.
“I’ll drink three toasts to you, Mr. Tate.”
She lifted her head and finished one glass. As she bent down to grab the second, Jameson reached out and stopped her hand.
“One is enough.”
“Well, look at that. Even Mr. Tate knows how to be soft now,” someone joked.
Jameson gave them a look, and the group just smirked and went back to what they were doing.
“Why don’t you sit for a bit? Do you want me to pick a song for you?”
Anneliese shook her head. “I came with a friend, so I won’t stay. I’ll treat you to a meal another time.”
He looked disappointed. “Then, I’ll walk you over. Wouldn’t be good if you ran into Jacques again.”
She agreed, so they left the room together.
“Let’s go this way, take a detour,” he said.
She nodded. Earlier, when she ran with Jameson, she had panicked and lost track of direction.
However, after only a short walk, she felt something was off. Her vision blurred, and her body grew weaker.
By the time she realized she had been drugged, it was too late.
Jameson suddenly leaned in, grabbed her shoulders, and caught her against him as her body
slid down the wall.
Anneliese glared at him.
“Don’t look at me like that. Am I any worse than Jacques?” His voice sounded caring as he
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reached to touch her lips.
She clenched her teeth and turned her head away.
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She had thought it was too much of a coincidence. She had picked the drinks herself from the table at random.
She hadn’t expected it still wouldn’t be safe. It seemed all the drinks on that table had been spiked. “You’re even worse than him.”
“No, I’m more sincere. I really like you. I’ll be gentle.”
Jameson bent down, lifted her into his arms, and walked quickly toward the elevator.
Anneliese didn’t fight back. She secretly reached for her phone in the back pocket of her dress.
Her hands shook as she held down the volume button, calling her emergency contact. She tried to be careful, but he noticed. He yanked her hand away just as the call connected.
His expression darkened. He shoved her against the wall and covered her mouth while throwing her phone aside.
“Help… Help me!” She managed to shout at the same time.
“Mmmph!”
The phone hit the wall, dropped to the floor, and its screen cracked, but the call stayed connected.
Jameson frowned. Anneliese’s eyes lit with a small hope.
But then, Selina’s cheerful voice came through before the call ended.
“Anne? Sorry, what did you just say? I didn’t hear you. Zacharias is in the shower, and we’re heading to the airport to pick up our parents. If you got yourself into trouble, handle it on
your own.
“If you really can’t, then just accept it, like you did four years ago. You made it through back then, didn’t you? Good luck, bye.”
The light in Anneliese’s eyes faded.
She had forgotten.
Her emergency contact had always been Zacharias.
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Back when she was eighteen and in the hospital, Zacharias had set it up himself.
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“From now on, I’ll protect my girl. I promise, no matter when or where, if Anne is in danger, I’ll be the first one there.”
Six months ago, Jacques had tried to touch her during a business meeting.
She had secretly called her emergency contact then. That time, Zacharias had shown up right away, hit Jacques, and shielded her behind him. She had foolishly believed he was her protector, but now she realized it had been a lie.
Zacharias had always been the knife cutting into her.
He was the last hand pushing her down.
Anger and hatred rose inside her.
“See? Zacharias is busy with another woman. He doesn’t care about you. He’s not worth your loyalty. Be good, I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”
Jameson picked her up again, stomped twice on the phone, and kicked it into the corner. He carried her into the elevator as her body grew weaker and hotter, her mind slipping away.
When the doors closed, someone stepped out of the shadows.
It was Melody.
She lowered her head and sent a text message.
