Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey

Chapter 158 Nancy In Danger (2)

Nancy couldn’t help but wonder if Christian had safely returned from his mission. So, she decided to send a voice

message in response, asking, “Have you returned?”

He promptly replied with a text message, confirming, ‘Yes. I just got back.

“That’s great! Welcome back.”

Concerned for her well-being due to her slurred voice, he asked, ‘Do you have someone with you?’

Still somewhat disoriented, Nancy surveyed her surroundings before responding, “Someone?” She continued, “Yes.

There are many people here, dancing and partying everywhere. I didn’t want to join them, so I’m sitting here by

myself, sipping on a drink.”

Drink? Christian couldn’t help but focus on the mention of the word “drink.” He was aware of the deceptive nature

of bar beverages, which often packed a stronger punch than their taste might suggest. His concern deepened as it

became clear that she was significantly intoxicated. Worried for her safety, he asked, ‘Where are you?”

Still in a daze, Nancy attempted to answer, “Me?” She glanced around the bar and finally mumbled the name, “**

Bar.”

‘All right. Wait for me, and don’t wander off. I’m coming to find you..

With a clear directive, he immediately instructed Dylan, “Go to ** Bar.”

“Boss, are you going to find her?”

“What do you think?” Christian asked in return

Dylan was speechless.

His question seemed quite redundant indeed.

After Nancy put down her phone, she rested her head on the table. The effects of her intoxication were taking a

toll, making even crawling seem like a challenge. Her disoriented vision made the people in front of her appear

blurry and unsteady.

Amidst her dizziness, Nancy’s blurred vision caught sight of several men approaching her, confirming her earlier

bad feeling. One of the men walked toward her, offering, “Miss, are you alone? You’re drunk. We’ll take you home.

“No. I can go home by myself.”

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However, the men’s patience wore thin. One of them seized her hand, while another gripped her shoulder and

forcefully pulled her to her feet.

Despite her drunken state, Nancy’s basic instincts remained intact. She reached out and pushed them away, crying

out, “Go away. Leave me alone.”

Undeterred, the men persisted. “Miss, you’re so pretty. Don’t be shy!” Their hands reached out once again.

Fighting back her tears, she struggled to ward them off. “No. Don’t touch me. Go away.”

However, the men who had identified her as their target were persistent and determined. With no one around to

intervene, they grew increasingly bold and almost resorted to dragging her out.

As the men closed in on Nancy, their aggressive behavior escalated, and her desperate attempts to fend them off

only intensified her panic. She knew that letting them take her away would result in serious trouble, and her

instincts kicked in. In her disoriented state, Nancy’s voice trembled as she implored them, “Go away… Get lost, all

of you.” However, her efforts to escape were in vain, and she could feel her legs giving way. With a sudden.

stumble, she crashed to the unforgiving floor, causing intense pain and dizziness.

The wicked intentions of the approaching men sent shivers down her spine. She clung to herself, desperately

attempting to retreat, but her back met a table, leaving her almost trapped beneath it.

Seeing Nancy without an escape route, the men, growing more patient, continued to approach, tormenting her.

“Please, let me go. I’m married; I’m not your target.” Her voice quivered with weakness as her entire body

trembled in fear like a jelly.

However, the man laughed heartily, saying, “Miss, lying isn’t a good habit. You’re so pretty; how could you be

married?”

Clutching her body in fear, Nancy reiterated, “I really am married; I didn’t lie to you. Please, let me go!”

However, these men were unwavering in their determination and showed signs of impatience as one of them

eagerly approached, rubbing his hands together.

As terror engulfed Nancy, her mind went blank, leaving her with only one emotion-fear. The approaching man’s

face grew larger in her disoriented vision, and instinctively, she reached for something on the table without

thinking. In a frantic act of self-defense, she swung the object at the man.

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A resounding thud filled the air, and the man clutched his head in agony, his face contorted in pain. Blood started to

trickle from his head, slowly covering his face in at crimson mask.

As the man wiped the blood from his head, his anger intensified. He scolded Nancy loudly, “How dare you strike

me! Impressive, you’re tough. I don’t like those who are too timid. I prefer someone with spirit.”

Nancy, who had been acting without thinking when she struck the man, now felt a deeper sense of fear upon

seeing him bleeding.

His menacing expression and unwavering demeanor continued to terrify her. She still clutched the bloodied ashtray

in her hand, and the crimson liquid dripped onto her white. dress, creating a stark and unsettling contrast.

She was completely terrified, and her hand suddenly went limp, causing the ashtray to fall to the ground, creating a

clattering sound that pierced through the tense air. Each clink of the fallen ashtray felt like a blow to her heart,

leaving a haunting impact on her.

In that intense moment, the man crouched down and picked up the fallen ashtray, holding it in one hand. With

deliberate motions, he wiped off the bloodstains from the edge of the ashtray, an eerie calmness contrasting the

chaos around them. Then, he extended his hand toward her.

Nancy, trembling with fear, had backed herself against a wall, realizing she had nowhere. to escape. “No… Please…

I’m begging you. Let me go,” she cried out helplessly, her body shrinking as she desperately tried to distance

herself from the menacing man. Unfortunately, her efforts were in vain.

At this critical juncture, she watched in horror as the man smeared the blood from the ashtray all over her face.

The sticky and wet sensation spread rapidly across her skin, making her feel nauseous and on the verge of

vomiting.

However, the man was unrelenting, gripping her chin with one hand and delivering a stern warning. “Be a good girl,

and you’ll be more comfortable. Otherwise, it will be even more painful.” Following these words, he wiped his

bloodied hand on her white dress right before her eyes, further intensifying her helplessness. With determination,

he then turned to his companions and issued a chilling command, “Boys, take her away.”

Nancy was consumed by fear, realizing that mere pleas would be useless in this desperate situation. She would

rather die than be captured by them. Without hesitation, she seized an opportunity and grabbed a knife from the

table. Pressing the sharp blade against her chin, she mustered the courage to speak firmly, “I understand that

begging won’t be effective, but if you wish to avoid bloodshed, you should release me. I would prefer death. over

being taken by you. If you don’t want to cause a fatality, please let me go.” The knife was incredibly sharp, its

gleaming blade pressing against her neck as thin lines of blood

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began to trickle down.

As Christian and Dylan arrived at the scene, they were immediately filled with apprehension.

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