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“Save me…Baron Stuart! Conscious again, she cried out loudly; unexpectedly, his name flew out of her mouth as a sudden strong intent consumed her mind.
The echo of her desperate outcry still lingered in the corridor, filled with helplessness. For the first time, Emily Walker was gripped by overwhelming terror and fear.
She closed her eyes; her distressed expression was an image of pure despair.
This place was far from the wedding banquet hall, nobody would venture into this desolate staircase corridor, let alone rescue her.
Just as she closed her eyes in despair, the weight on her body vanished unexpectedly.
She slowly opened her eyes to see a tall figure vehemently raining blows and kicks on the drunken man, like a man possessed.
Emily Walker managed to crawl weakly, clenching her torn clothes tightly against her chest, her face still marked by fear and dread.
Baron Stuart resembled a frenzied lion, his bloodthirsty and crimson pupils glaring angrily at the man before him, veins bulging on his forehead due to his rage.
Punch after punch, he brutally beat the drunken man, but no amount of physical violence could quench the anger raging in his heart at that moment!
The drunken man, battered to imbalance, tumbled down the staircase, but Baron Stuart didn’t feel relief. He chased after, raining more blows and kicks; the man’s face was reduced to a bloody mess and he started to whimper painfully.
Witnessing the bloody scene at the bottom of the stairs, Emily Walker became even more afraid, tightly wrapping herself with her own hands.
His slim, long legs brutally kicked the man’s groin, anyone audacious enough to touch his woman would pay the ‘lifelong’ price!
Only when the man could no longer whimper did Baron Stuart stop his assaults. He quickly returned to Emily Walker’s side.
Observing her messy hair, dishevelled body, and the fresh blood on her neck made Baron Stuart’s heart jolt heavily as if something was tearing through his chest.
The sight of her trembling body intensified his heartache.
If he hadn’t received a sudden phone call earlier, detouring him back to the restroom, he wouldn’t have stumbled upon this scene.
If he had not received that call, did not turn back, he dared not imagine what vile humiliation the woman before him would have endured.
He quickly disrobed his suit and cloaked her trembling body with it before lifting her into his arms and slowly walking towards the nearby elevator.
At that moment, Clayton Howard, who was trying to find him, approached and was left stunned upon seeing Emily Walker in his arms.
“Fetch Doctor Gavin.” Baron Stuart sternly uttered the words, cradling Emily Walker as he entered the elevator.
On hearing this, Clayton hurriedly took out his phone and dialed Doctor Gavin’s number.
The elevator went directly to the 68th floor, where Baron Stuart’s private room was located.
Emily Walker was placed on the bed, her body still shaking uncontrollably.
Seeing her trembling body and the startled look on her tear-streaked face made Baron Stuart’s heart clench severely. The sight of the blood on her neck was a dreadful sight to behold.
“Tell me, where are you hurt?” he asked, leaning closer to her with an unprecedented gentleness in his voice.
Emily shook her head. Since her evening dress had been torn, she felt somewhat embarrassed in front of the man and clutched the suit draped over her, doing her best to cover her chest that had only the light pink chest patch left.
Observing the bloodstains on her neck, Baron Stuart wasn’t convinced that she wasn’t injured. Wanting to ensure if the bloodstain was indeed hers, he reached out to touch the bloodstain under her neck..