Chapter 10 Tricked

Violet gave her an address - a private café in the suburbs.

Alarm bells went off in Sienna's mind, but she had no choice.

These things were her ticket to breaking free from the Howard family. She had to get them.

At the agreed time, Sienna arrived at the café.

She pushed open the door to the private room, but it was empty - there was no sign of Violet Howard.

Just as she was about to turn and leave, footsteps sounded behind her.

Sienna turned around, only to see Queenie's face wearing a sweet smile.

"Sienna, you're here." Queenie wore a white dress, looking pure and harmless. "Grandma is old and not feeling well, so she left this little errand to me."

She waved a document in her hand, smiling innocently. "Just sign this, and we'll call it even."

Sienna looked at her coldly, not believing a word. This was obviously a trap.

"No need," Sienna didn't even bother with extra words. "I'll sign the document with Grandma myself."

She turned to leave, but when her hand touched the doorknob, she found it wouldn't turn.

Then came a soft click from behind - the door had been locked from the outside.

Sienna's heart sank as she instantly realized this was a complete trap.

Violet Howard had never come. This was just Queenie's excuse to lure her here.

The last trace of warmth left her face. Gripping the cold doorknob, she calmly turned around to face Queenie's innocent-looking face.

"Sienna, don't waste your energy." Queenie's smile remained sweet, but her eyes held a snake-like coldness. "This café is well soundproofed. You can scream all you want, no one outside will hear you."

Sienna ignored her provocation, her eyes sharpening as she quickly pulled out her phone.

Things had come to this - there was no point in talking. She had to contact Lucas immediately.

But while she was fast, Queenie was faster.

Just as Sienna's finger was about to touch the dial button, Queenie pounced like a crazed cat and slapped her hand hard.

A sharp crack - the phone flew from her hand, sliding across the smooth floor in an arc before hitting the wall. The screen went dark instantly.

A burning pain shot through Sienna's hand, but she had no time to check it. She immediately bent down to retrieve her phone.

But Queenie gave her no chance, using all her strength to shove her forward.

Caught off guard, Sienna lost her balance and her forehead slammed hard into the sharp corner of the nearby coffee table.

Instant, explosive pain. Stars burst before her eyes.

She let out a muffled groan and slid down along the table to the floor. Warm liquid trickled down from her temple, blurring her vision.

Queenie looked down at her pathetic state with satisfaction. "Sienna, aren't you so capable? Don't you want everything? Today I'll let you taste what it's like to get nothing."

Sienna braced herself against the floor, trying to stand, her head spinning in waves.

Just then, a subtle yet aggressive sweet fragrance entered her nose.

Not the coffee bean aroma that should be in a café, but an extremely unfamiliar, invasive floral scent that made her head heavy and her limbs weak and limp.

She whipped her head around, her eyes landing on an inconspicuous diffuser in the corner.

Not a sleeping drug, but...

Sienna's heart contracted sharply, a chill shooting up her spine.

She'd been drugged before. She knew what this kind of fragrance did.

Her strength was being rapidly drained, and the scene before her began to double.

"You..." She gritted her teeth, forcing out a single word with all her might, but her voice was light as a feather.

"How dare I?" Queenie acted as if she'd heard the biggest joke. She crouched down, admiring Sienna's unfocused pupils, and said word by word in a voice only they could hear, "I'm going to ruin you, dirty you up, and see if Ethan still wants you - damaged goods."

She stood up and clapped her hands.

A hidden door on the inner side of the room opened, and two burly, rough-looking men walked out.

They'd been hiding inside all along.

"Take her upstairs to Mr. Wyatt's room." Queenie glanced at Sienna on the floor with disgust, as if looking at trash. "Do it clean, don't leave any traces."

One of the men stepped forward and roughly grabbed Sienna's arm.

She tried to struggle, but her body was soft as mud - she didn't even have the strength to lift a finger.

Her consciousness was rapidly sinking. She could only watch helplessly as the two men dragged her out of the private room and through a dim corridor.

Meanwhile, in an inconspicuous black car across from the café, a man was reporting in a low, urgent voice into his phone.

"Mr. Bruce, Lady Sienna was carried out the back door by two men. Her condition looks really bad, like she's passed out. They put her in a black van, license plate number is..."

On the other end, Lucas's cool voice immediately tensed, carrying a rare killing intent. "Stay on them. Send me the real-time location. I'm coming right now!"

After an unknown amount of time, Sienna was jolted awake by violent shaking.

She was thrown heavily onto a soft large bed, and then the door closed.

She struggled to open her heavy eyelids and found herself in a luxuriously decorated hotel suite.

The weakness in her body had faded, replaced by waves of undeniable heat, like countless ants gnawing through her blood, burning her skin.

"Click."

The sound of the door lock turning. Sienna's whole body stiffened.

A middle-aged man with a bloated figure and beer belly walked in. He rubbed his hands together while eyeing Sienna on the bed with murky, leering eyes, letting out a disgusting laugh. "The Miss really kept her word. What a stunning beauty..."

Intense nausea and fear triggered the last bit of potential in Sienna's body.

Just as the man called Mr. Wyatt lunged at her with a lecherous grin, Sienna suddenly rolled over, grabbed the heavy glass ashtray from the nightstand, and smashed it at his head with all her strength!

The man screamed, staggering backward while clutching his instantly bleeding forehead.

He hadn't expected this seemingly fragile woman to fight back. After a brief moment of shock, his face twisted with rage. "You bitch! Don't know what's good for you!"

He roared and swung a loud slap across her face.

Sienna's face was knocked to the side, her ears ringing. Her head slammed hard into the carved wooden headboard, and everything went black.

The man grabbed her hair and dragged her off the bed.

"Let go of me!"

Sienna fought like a cornered animal, kicking and clawing wildly. But the drug's effects grew fiercer, the heat in her body nearly burning away her sanity. Her resistance, in the man's eyes, was just playing hard to get.

Another heavy punch landed on her abdomen. The pain made her curl up instantly, her breathing stopped.

Despair rose like icy seawater, drowning her inch by inch.

Just as the man tore at her collar, his greasy face about to press against hers—

"BANG!"

A deafening crash - the hotel's heavy door was kicked open from outside and fell with a thunderous crash.

The person in the doorway stood backlit, tall and straight, his refined face now covered with ice that would never melt.

The hem of his black coat swept up a fierce wind from his rapid steps, and those usually calm eyes now churned with terrifying killing intent.

It was Lucas.