Chapter 3

Kane charged into The Gilded Goblet like an enraged lion.

He grabbed a waiter by the collar. "Tell me, which private room is Kevin in?"

"Someone help! We've got a troublemaker here!"

The waiter shouted.

The next moment.

Several burly men emerged from the crowd, pulling out sharp daggers from behind their backs.

"You think you can mess with us? Do you have any fucking idea who our boss is?"

The waiter yelled arrogantly.

But halfway through his words, he didn't dare continue.

Kane was holding a Desert Eagle, its dark barrel pressed against the waiter's chin.

The people around them showed fear on their faces.

"You've got three seconds!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

The waiter's teeth chattered in fear, stammering, "He, he's on the second floor, private room 888!"

Kane dragged the waiter straight up to the second floor.

"Go get backup!"

Someone shouted as soon as Kane left.

When they reached the second floor, Kane kicked open the door to room 888, but the room was completely empty.

"You dare lie to me?"

Kane's gaze fell on the waiter, the dark barrel of his gun aimed at him again.

"Sir, I was wrong, I shouldn't have lied to you."

The waiter knelt on the ground, quickly begging for mercy. "I'll take you there right now."

Bang!

Kane immediately pulled the trigger, and the bullet blew the waiter's head apart!

Just then, Kane's phone rang.

He answered the call, his pupils contracting. "Okay, I got it, I'm heading over now!"

......

Inside the luxuriously decorated private room, on the big screen, a woman with a hot body was dancing.

On the table sat whiskey bottles and an ice bucket, cigarette butts scattered in the ashtray, the air mixed with the smell of alcohol and a faint cologne scent.

Gang leader Kevin Walker had his legs stretched out on the table, a cigar in his mouth, puffing away.

In his arms were two women in crop tops with smoking hot bodies.

A follower ran in, respectfully saying, "Mr. Walker, Isabelle is here!"

"Bring her in."

Kevin's tone was lazy as he took a puff of his cigar.

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, the heavy door opened again.

The follower walked in.

A woman followed behind him.

She was dressed conservatively, wearing an old-fashioned tracksuit, no makeup on, and black-framed glasses.

But even so.

Her golden curly hair, high nose bridge, and sapphire-like eyes made the lazy Kevin suddenly sit up from the sofa.

He stared straight at the woman before him, swallowing hard, his eyes burning with intense desire.

Kevin had seen Isabelle's photos before and just thought she looked good, but he didn't expect her to be this beautiful!

Kevin's lustful gaze made Isabelle sick.

But she didn't dare show any displeasure, only forcing a smile. "Mr. Walker, I hope you can help me, let them spare my daughter. My daughter is only nine years old!"

Kevin came back to his senses, saying confidently, "I took a knife for that big shot. This matter is difficult for others, but for me, it's a piece of cake!"

"Thank you! You're a good person, God will bless you!" Isabelle quickly thanked him.

"Just a thank you is enough?"

A plump woman beside them showed a contemptuous smile. "You're really looking down on Kevin, aren't you?"

"Then, this is my token of appreciation."

Isabelle took out twenty thousand dollars and placed it in front of Kevin.

"Money is just a number to me."

Kevin didn't even glance at the twenty thousand dollars on the table.

"What do you mean?"

Kevin stared hard at Isabelle. "Turn around!"

Isabelle, confused, turned around in place.

Kevin licked his lips, his gaze greedy. "You've got a nice body, you'd definitely look good doing a striptease."

Isabelle froze.

The plump woman said sternly, "What are you standing there for? Didn't you hear what Kevin said?"

"Striptease? No! Absolutely not!"

Isabelle shook her head repeatedly.

Kevin's face darkened.

Slap!

The plump woman beside them raised her hand and slapped Isabelle hard across the face. "You bitch, don't be ungrateful. Kevin asking you to strip is an honor!"

"You think just anyone gets this chance?"

The handprint on Isabelle's cheek was particularly obvious.

Her face burned with pain, her eyes red, biting her lip, forcing herself not to let tears fall.

"Mr. Walker, please, let me go. I can give you money." Isabelle pleaded.

Kevin stood up, sneering. "Ms. Spencer, don't you want to save your daughter anymore?"

"As far as I know, that big shot's other kidney isn't doing well either. You don't want both your daughter's kidneys to be taken out, do you?"

Isabelle was thunderstruck!

Winnie was only nine years old, so cute, with a long life ahead of her. Why should she suffer like this?

Scenes of her time with Winnie flashed through her mind.

Feeding her, changing diapers, going to the amusement park, eating burgers, making donuts, singing birthday songs together.

Although she was looked down upon by many because of her background, Isabelle had never looked down on her, treating her as everything in her life!

"Ms. Spencer, are you going to strip or not?"

"If I do, will you promise to spare my daughter?"

"Of course, I can find a replacement."

Kevin said it casually.

Thinking to himself: Your daughter has RH-negative blood, you think just anyone can replace her?

Isabelle gritted her teeth. "Fine, I'll do it!"

Kevin showed an expectant look.

Isabelle's arms felt like they were filled with lead as she struggled to lift them, grabbing the zipper at her chest.

Like a walking corpse.

"Are you a corpse? You don't even know how to strip?"

The heavily made-up woman lit a cigarette, mocking her.

Hearing this, Isabelle really wanted to escape immediately.

She!

Was being mocked by a prostitute!

Isabelle gently swayed her stiff body, pieces of clothing falling away.

She looked at the ceiling, filled with despair.

Compared to strippers, Isabelle wasn't seductive enough, not sexy enough, but Kevin had long grown tired of strippers.

Isabelle was even more attractive!

Moreover, Isabelle's sexy figure and stunning beauty were enough to cover any shortcomings!

Kevin stared straight at her, almost drooling.

He couldn't hold back anymore and suddenly rushed forward to grab Isabelle.

"What, what are you doing?"

Isabelle struggled.

In her agitation, she kicked Kevin in the crotch.

Kevin screamed, clamping his legs together.

Furious with embarrassment, he said, "You bitch, how dare you kick me! I'm going to rape you and then kill you!"

Kevin charged forward with a vicious expression.

Isabelle was pressed onto the sofa.

She struggled with all her might, but Kevin was too strong, her struggles seemed powerless.

Despair gradually consumed Isabelle.

It's over, everything is over!

Winnie, I'm not a good mother.

After this is resolved, I'll go to heaven with you, I won't let you be alone!

Kane!

Do you see? I'm about to be raped!

Your daughter is about to have her kidneys taken too!

If you're any kind of man at all, remember to avenge us mother and daughter!

A tear of despair slid down her cheek!

Bang!

Just then, with a loud crash, the door was kicked open.