Winning Her Heart Back

Chapter 195 Death or Disgrace

Emelie bit her lower lip, fighting to stay awake as she made her way toward him

"Samuel! Mr.Swanson!" she shouted.

But her voice was lost amidst the din. Samuel was focused solely on Melanie.

Struggling to reach him, Emelle extended her hand. She was just a few feet away, with only two people between them.

Just then, Melanie was knocked down in the chaos. The risk of being trampled was high.

Samuel's heart raced as

as he pushed past the person in his way, who then blocked Emelle's hand.

He picked up Melanie, who was crying, and left the dance floor, unaware of Emelie's fall.

From the second floor, William observed everything, sneering.

"That's the man you chose, Emelie"

Emelle felt dizzier after the fall. When she stood up, she found herself trapped between the short, chubby guy in front of her and the tall, thin one behind.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

They sandwiched her, leaving her no chance to call for help. Muffling her cries with cloth, they quickly carried her away.

In bars, when a man took a woman away, even if others saw it, they usually didn't get involved.

Morality seemed to dissipate the moment people stepped into bars

William watched as Emelie was dragged backstage by the two men. He finished the last slice of orange and extended his hand.

Ashton handed him a wet wipe to clean his hands.

William turned to Reggie, his gaze piercing. "The ones who should be worried now aren't me, it's all of you. Even if the body hasn't been found, It's already 2023. Do you really think you can get away with murder?"

Reggle looked pale.

"If you're smart, you'd turn yourself in now for a lighter sentence. Why bargain for more money when you've already lost everything? Buying yourself a crystal for protection?" William tossed the wet wipe and said, "The oranges were pretty good."

The short, chobby man and the tall, thin one tied Emelle's hands and feet, sealing her mouth with tape before locking her inside a private room.

With too many people around, they couldn't risk taking her away now. They would need to wait until midnight to send her to Blossom Clove.

Emelie lay on the floor with her eyes shut, contemplating the situation. They must have taken her for the murder in the woods since she was the only witness, even though she hadn't seen anything They couldn't risk it. If she saw something, they would be in trouble. That was why they wanted her. But she already told the police everything. So, it was pointless.

Those people were so reckless that they would without thinking. Expecting a hint of intelligence from them was fruitless.

Emelie opened her eyes, feeling uncomfortable. She realized the heat wasn't just from the crowded dance floor. It was more intense now that she was alone

The drug they used on her seemed to be more than just a sedative-it was something else!

Emelie tightened her lips, feeling increasingly uneasy. She knew she had to flee, or tonight could end in disgrace or even death.

Luckily, despite tying her hands and feet, they made a crucial error: they tied her hands in front of her.

Emelie lifted her hands and removed the tape from her mouth. Determined, she used her teeth to gradually untie the knots in the rope.

Despite the pain in her teeth, she managed to untie the knots. Freeing her feet, she looked around the room.

It seemed to be the cheapest private room in the bar, with no windows and nothing useful as a tool.

Emelie pinched her thigh hard, forcing herself to stay awake.

Then, an idea struck her.