"No need to wait for later,"
The man’s voice dripped with a mocking amusement.
"Didn’t we just run into each other now?"
That man—had he actually followed them?!
Voilet and Nora stiffened at the sound, instinctively turning to look behind them.
Seven or eight men trailed close, led by the same black-hooded guy who had earlier invited them for drinks.
Voilet’s grip on Nora’s hand tightened, her delicate brows knitting together in unease. Nora’s heart sank.
She wasn’t some naive little girl—she knew exactly what the predatory glint in those men’s eyes meant.
Nora tugged Voilet’s hand, pivoting them both toward the roadside not far away, quickening their pace.
The hooded man’s face darkened with displeasure.
Logan shot a meaningful glance at the group of men in baseball jackets.
"Hey there, beauties," The baseball cap-wearing guys exchanged knowing smirks before swiftly stepping forward to block Voilet and Nora’s path.
"Logan was talking to you.
Just walking away like that is pretty damn rude, don’t you think?"
Inside the club, there had been too many eyes around for them to make a move.
No one dared to interfere.
"We don’t know him, and we have nothing to say," Voilet replied coldly, gripping Nora’s hand tightly.
"Move aside. Our ride is here."
As she spoke, she tried to guide Nora past them.
The men chuckled, shifting their positions again to block the two women.
Up close, their gazes lingered on Voilet with undisguised interest.
A delicate, soft-spoken beauty with that fresh, refined air—rare indeed.
No wonder Logan was so hellbent on having her.
Hell, even they wouldn’t mind a taste. Something unsavory flickered in their eyes as their grins turned lecherous.
The hoodie guy sauntered over from behind them, his gaze shamelessly raking over Voilet as he smirked.
"Stay and drink with us, we’ve got plenty of cars to take you home later."
Voilet’s delicate brows furrowed, her elegant yet icy beauty now tinged with a fiery anger that made her even more striking.
Nora’s expression darkened as she bit the tip of her tongue to steady herself.
"We’ve already said no to drinking," she retorted, her voice sharp.
"If you keep harassing us, I’ll call the police."
The men in the room burst into mocking laughter at her words.
"The police? Oh, I’m terrified."
"Julus, isn’t your cousin in charge of this district?"
"Exactly, so I’m even more scared.
What if the officers who show up are all buddies of mine?"
Nora watched their smug expressions, her heart sinking.
Their confidence wasn’t just bravado—they had connections.
The alcohol-induced haze in her mind began to clear.
They were dealing with well-connected troublemakers.
"I’ve got a brilliant idea," Logan sneered, his gaze lingering on Voilet and Nora with malicious amusement.
"When the cops arrive, we’ll just say these two women were the ones harassing us—demanding ’special services.’
When we refused, they turned around and accused us instead."
Another round of raucous laughter erupted from the group.
"Great idea! Let’s do it just like that!"
The raucous laughter around them sent waves of humiliation and fury coursing through Voilet and Nora’s veins, amplifying their emotions exponentially.
Logan took another step forward, closing the distance between himself and Voilet, his gaze growing increasingly brazen.
Coming with me for a couple drinks, or taking a little trip to the police station?"
As he spoke, his hand snaked toward Voilet’s waist.
Her eyes burning crimson with rage, Voilet swung her palm toward the man’s smug face now mere inches from hers.
The sharp sound cut through the air like broken glass.
The grins melted off the surrounding men’s faces, replaced by scowls of displeasure.
Nobody laid hands on them and walked away unscathed.
"You little bitch," Logan spat through gritted teeth, cradling his stinging cheek as he turned back to glare at her with venomous eyes.
"Do you have any damn idea who you’re dealing with?
How dare you raise your hand against me?"
Logan raised his hand high and swung it viciously toward Voilet’s face.
"Since you’re too shameless to accept my kindness, don’t blame me for what’s coming."
"Voilet—" Nora had sensed danger the moment it began.
Quick as lightning, she threw herself in front of Voilet.
The force of this slap was far stronger than the one Voilet had received, sending Nora crashing to the ground.
Her cheek went numb, the pain momentarily dulled.
But her ears rang violently, as if all surrounding sounds had been muffled by an invisible barrier.
Voilet’s face drained of color as she dropped to her knees beside Nora, cradling her head to inspect the injury. Nora—"
In mere moments, Nora’s fair cheek had swollen grotesquely, the angry red mark spreading rapidly.
Trembling with fury, Voilet’s eyes burned with barely contained rage.
"You’ve gone too far!!"
"Too far?" The man sneered.
"You haven’t seen anything yet."
Logan sneered coldly.
"Boys, drag these girls to the hotel next door.
Let’s teach them a proper lesson."
The men’s faces twisted into vulgar grins.
Things were about to get interesting.
Voilet bit her lip, her fingers groping blindly until they closed around a broken brick at her feet.
She gripped it tightly.
Her slender frame tensed like a drawn bowstring. No matter what, she couldn’t let these animals take her away.
Just as the men started advancing toward Voilet, two sharp car horns blared from behind them.
They turned to look—a sleek silver Pagani Zonda had materialized in their line of sight.
Luxury cars weren’t rare in the capital, but a multimillion-dollar hypercar was still an uncommon sight.
As they hesitated, frowning, the car’s high beams suddenly flashed directly into their eyes.
Inside the vehicle, Calvin watched them through the windshield, his beautifully sculpted lips curling into a faint, dangerous smirk.
Taylor glanced at Voilet and the others beside him before turning his icy gaze toward the group squinting under the harsh glare of the lights.
His voice was calm, almost detached.
The words sent a chill down the spine, yet his handsome face remained as composed and refined as ever—like a gentleman carved from jade.
Anyone witnessing this would have been stunned by the stark contrast.
A deeper smirk curled at the corners of Calvin’s lips, his peach-blossom eyes glinting with dark amusement.
"Watch this." Calvin shifted into the highest gear and slammed the accelerator.
The car roared to life, surging forward with a deafening growl.
They had already done their homework.
These men were nothing but spoiled brats from second-rate families in the capital—useless heirs with no real responsibilities, spending their days drowning in debauchery.