Chapter 112 "Of course I can!" Victor agreed at once, his hands already sliding around to Sydney's back, desperate to rip open her gown. Her face was soft and delicate, so her chest had to be even better. Sydney's arms crept around his shoulders, her slender fingers weaving into his hair as she whispered in a weak, sweet voice," The zipper isn't in the back, it's on the side." Victor was entranced by her soft words and soft body. He lowered his head, fumbling along her side until he found the zipper tab. Suddenly, a sharp pain split through his skull. "Fuck!
Bitch!" he roared and shoved her away with violent force. Sydney slammed against the wall, her body limp and powerless, nearly crumpling to the floor. It took her a long moment to steady herself. Seeing that he could still shout that loud, her palm went clammy with panic. Her strength was too weak. Maybe the needle hadn't worked the way she hoped. Clutching his head, Victor sneered as he staggered toward her, "Damn it, you really want me to-" Before he could finish, his body crashed to the floor. At the same time, a deafening bang rattled the hotel room door.
Sydney no longer had the strength to process it. All she knew was that Victor wouldn't get up anytime soon. Her mind went blank. She slid down beside the nightstand and collapsed to the floor. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. Cold sweat soaked her skin, and fear rattled her bones. Julian burst into the room and froze. There she was, curled on the floor, trembling like a fragile fawn. Sweat clung to her pale face, her hair a messy tangle plastered against her neck. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, while her gown was torn and rumpled.
The sight alone made his veins throb, and rage boiling throughout his body. Fighting the overwhelming urge to put a bullet in Victor's head, he forced himself to move slowly, gently. He shrugged off his suit jacket, draped it over her ruined dress, crouched down, and stroked her hair. "Precious, don't be afraid." His voice was low, trembling despite himself. "Your brother's here." If anyone else had been present, they would have heard that Julian's voice trembled-because he was terrified too. Hearing her name pierced through Sydney's haze.
She lifted her gaze to his face, and only then did she realize it was real. She was safe. She stared at him blankly for a second before silently breaking down. Tears poured from her eyes, spilling into his palm like beads from a broken strand. They were scalding him and fueling his killing intent. When she was younger, she had never cried like this. Back then, she would wail and scream, desperate for him to notice, to come and soothe her. Now, she clung to her knees, sobbing silently like a wounded fawn. Outside the door, Caleb sensed something was wrong.
Panic spiked through him at the thought that Sydney might truly be in danger. He strode forward, ready to barge in. At that moment, Elliot stepped in front of him with an expressionless face. "Mr. Hampton, no one goes in without Mr. Sterling's permission." "I'm her husband!" Caleb's voice was cold. He was the head of the mighty Hampton Corp. When his face hardened, it could shake anyone's nerves. Unfortunately for him, Elliot had followed Julian too long to be cowed.
"Go ask around, and see who people really think her husband is." Sydney being dragged into such filth tonight deserved more than this useless man. If Caleb had been a real husband, she never 1/2 would have ended up alone in the first place. Meanwhile, Penelope was practically giddy. Julian had gone in, and for so long there had been no movement at all. She nearly wanted to pop open champagne right there. 'Victor is truly dependable. He managed to get it done in such a short time,' she thought.