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Thestment was right: this trending topic has stayed hot for so long and nearly dominated the top five spots.n’s name exploded, but the TV show he was filming with Zack White hasn’t even aired yet. Now the hype haspletely dropped.
Ynda only rxed when she saw public opinion gradually shifting in her favor.
In fact, she could have reported it to the police right away, but she wanted the discussion to gain more traction by posting onement at a time.
She lowered hershes and smiled slightly. She had just logged into Ian’s Twitter ount. Worried that the barrage of hatefulments would affect him, she hadn’t let him check Twitter these past few days.
Now that everything is over, she stood up, nning to check on him at the set, unsure if his injuries were
serious.
But just as she reached the studio door and was about to open it, a sudden force pushed against her from outside, nearly hitting her nose.
She instinctively stepped back and saw Greg, Megan’s husband, with a dark expression blocking the door, having locked it from the inside.
He didn’te with good intentions.
One hand on the book on the table, she looked at him warily and asked, “What are you here for?”
Greg sneered and closed the distance step by step. “I’m here to get some money from Miss Grant. My wife said your husband is pretty rich.”
His eyes were bloodshot, obviously shaken by something. <fn8594> The rightful source is find?novel</fn8594>
He was on the edge of madness, and if she refused him, who knows what he might do.
Ynda calmly took out her phone and asked, “How much do you need? For Megan’s sake, I’ll pay.”
Greg raised an eyebrow and then smiled sinisterly. “Miss Grant is definitely loaded, but my business is long- term. I need to hold something over you to feel safe. How about you lie down now and let me have my way? I’ll take some photos, so it’ll be easier to collect money from youter.”
He had already made up his mind, which is why he staked out here for the past few days.
Ynda took a deep breath. She shouldn’t have given up so easily when her studio was turned upside down like that.
Greg didn’t want to waste words or cause trouble. As he unsped his pants, he approached her. “Stop struggling. There’s no one else in the studio right now. If you behave, I might be a little nicer to you.”
Ynda hurried to her office, where another door was locked.
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But Dominic grabbed her hair and mmed her head against the wall.
“You bitch, I told you to stop struggling!”
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Ynda winced in pain, dizzy and dazed. She reached for the nearby vase and smashed it behind her.
Dominic let out a scream. Taking advantage of him loosening his grip, she dashed into the office and locked the door behind her.
Greg snapped back and started pounding on the door.
“Come out, you bitch! Get out here! Come out!”
Ynda kept a straight face but calmly took out her phone to call the police. She quickly gave her address and then spoke to Greg outside the door.
“I’ve already called the police. If you don’t want to get caught, you’d better leave now.”
Greg’s forehead was bleeding, surprised by how fast she reacted.
He unwillingly pounded on the door again, believing that if he could just sleep with Ynda, he could threaten her!
Ynda called Charles, but Jack answered, saying Charles was in a meeting.
She didn’t say much, hung up, and then called Ian.
She was holding a chair, standing by the door. In such an extreme situation, she grew increasingly calm.
Luckily, the door was made with sturdy materials and Greg couldn’t break through it quickly.
Her heart pounded loudly, and her palms gripping the chair leg were sweaty.
Fifteen minutester, the noise outside grew louder, sounding like a window ss breaking, followed by two people struggling.
Ynda Foster listened carefully, then slowly put down the stool, as if someone had arrived.
She opened the door and saw Ian pinning Greg down, pounding him repeatedly.
He already enjoyed boxing, and he hit Greg so hard that Greg almost passed out.
When Ynda saw him, she felt relieved and quickly stepped forward, grabbing his fist. “Stop, Ian, enough.”
Jan’s knuckles were covered in fresh blood. He looked at her, confirmed she was okay, and then whispered, “That’s good.”
Ynda’s eyes welled up, and she grabbed his shirt. “Get up, the police areing.”
Just then, footsteps sounded outside, but it wasn’t the police because she heard Charles and Jack’s voices.
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Her heart skipped a beat, and she pushed him hurriedly. “Go hide.”
Ian suddenly leaned in and kissed her lips.
Ynda’s heart raced even faster than before, and she was so shocked that her mind went nk.
But he only nced at the tip of her tongue before quickly leaving.
The entire floor was filled with studios and many cubicles. He randomly picked one to hide in.
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The studio’s main door was still intact. Ian had broken the window to get in. Charles had just secured his position at the door when the police arrived.
Seven or eight people quickly gathered at the entrance.
Ynda wiped her lips, her face pale. She grabbed a nearby stool, ready to smash it down on Greg the moment the door opened.
The police rushed forward to stop her. Seeing Greg’s battered state, one quickly said, “Miss Grant, if you keep hitting him, someone’s going to get seriously hurt.”
Ynda shivered, clearly frightened. A clear light appeared in her eyes as she trembled and called out, “Honey.”
Her tears fell, lips pale, hair disheveled–she looked utterly pitiful.
That word, honey, made Charles’s heart skip a beat.
He lowered hisshes and stepped closer, pulling her into his arms. “Scared, huh?”
Ynda’s tears fell harder, soaking his expensive suit fabric, leaving a wet patch.
“Mm, it’s good that you came.”
Charles’s hand gently patted her back. She rarely showed such vulnerability; most of the time, she was as stiff as a board.
Ynda’s sobs were <i>soft</i>, her shoulders trembling lightly, whimpering like a fawn.
She whispered, “I want to go home.”
He softened his tone, which was rare for him, “Okay, let’s go back.”
After inspecting Greg’s injuries, the police frowned, “Wait a moment, Miss Grant, did you do all this?”
Some of the wounds didn’t look like they were caused by a chair.
“Yes, it was me. I’m sorry, I was really scared.”
She spoke as she hid in Charles’s arms.
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Charles tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek. Seeing her trembling in fear, he cupped her face and kissed her deeply in front of the police, entwining his tongue with hers.
Ynda made muffled sounds and pounded on his chest.
He kissed her for half a minute, then told the police, “I’m taking my wife home.”
The police officer looked a bit awkward. “Uh, okay.”
Ynda sniffled. “Keep me updated on any progress. This man is my friend’s husband. I don’t want others to know. Thanks for your help.”
After saying this, she snuggled into Charles’s arms.
In the next room, behind a potted nt, a pair of eyes kept watching her–watching her look so pitiful in that man’s arms, watching them kiss.
Watching her call him husband, watching her shy reaction when kissed.
His hand hanging at his side slowly clenched. He should’ve looked away, but he was watching so intently.
So intently that he noticed her swallowing when she kissed the other man.
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