Secret Wealthy Marriage
Chapter 304: His Threat (2)

Chapter 304: Chapter 304: His Threat (2)

Celia instantly became more sober, but her mind was still foggy. Was she really drunk tonight? She thought she could handle her liquor, but it seems when in a bad mood, it’s much easier to get drunk.

"Let go of me, or don’t blame me for being rude." Celia had learned self-defense, so she was still calm facing these two scoundrels. In her drunken haze, the sight of these two vulgar men made her feel nauseous.

Just as she finished speaking, she indeed felt sick and ran to the utility pole to vomit. The two men frowned, but luckily the vomit didn’t dirty Celia’s clothes, so they were still interested.

The two followed her, not feeling that they were the cause of her disgust.

"So you’ll be rude? Fine, show us how rude you can be." The man’s shamelessness and sleaziness were prominently displayed at this moment. Even after Celia vomited, they still didn’t feel disgusted. How desperate for women could they be?

Celia didn’t want to talk to them any longer. When any man other than Jordy touched her, she felt uncomfortable all over. So, when one of them tried to forcibly drag her away, she kicked him swiftly, sending him flying to the ground.

The other man was surprised. He didn’t expect this beauty to know self-defense. The first man wasn’t useless either, he just hadn’t been prepared for Celia’s swift kick. Now on guard, he quickly got up, excited to play with a woman who knew martial arts.

Celia was indeed a bit drunk. Her health had not been good lately, with frequent minor colds and a recent fever. Thus, her self-defense techniques tonight were more style than substance.

The men coordinated well and quickly subdued Celia. They dragged her towards a nearby dark alley. Realizing that she was probably not going to escape this ordeal, Celia stopped struggling.

She knew what would happen next from her experience in the film industry. How many people would care about the purity of a woman like her? She didn’t care. The once lofty lady Celia, who could summon the winds and command the rain, had fallen from grace and was no longer a young mistress but a weed.

Celia closed her eyes and prepared for the worst. The two men, even happier now, dragged her away faster. As her body scraped the ground, Celia felt pain where her exposed skin rubbed against the pavement.

She gritted her teeth and didn’t cry out. She couldn’t expect these ruffians to treat her like gentlemen. Who knows what kind of torment she would be subjected to tonight?

As a virgin, would she perish tomorrow morning after enduring the torment of the two thugs?

Perhaps death would be better. She lacked the courage to commit suicide, but to be killed by someone else?

Maybe she could accept that, as the choice was ultimately not up to her.

"Release her," a sudden, clear voice rang out from above. Celia’s body stiffened as she recognized the voice that had appeared in her dreams so many times.

However, it was just a dream - after waking up, there would be nothing left and she would still be alone. In front of others, she had to put on a happy and carefree façade, while only alone could she cry in secret.

After crying countless times, Celia would ask herself if she regretted her actions. The answer was always the same: She had no regrets.

She was fighting for her future, but the consequences that her struggle caused were unforeseen. She didn’t know that her perseverance would lead to so many irreparable consequences. Yet, was she really in the wrong?