Eleanor Sterling initially didn’t suspect anything.
It was only when those two started leading her toward the private room that she suddenly became alert.
She halted, eyes cold, and asserted, "You’re not from Nightfall, who are you?"
The two tried to feign innocence, saying, "Miss, what are you talking about? We’re from the bar."
Eleanor took two steps back, watching them warily.
"Stop pretending, I’m not an idiot."
The two exchanged glances and said, "Let’s just do it, otherwise we won’t get the money."
They took Eleanor to a secluded private room, with hardly anyone passing by to stop them.
Upon hearing their words, Eleanor let out a cold laugh.
So there was indeed a problem.
"We advise you not to resist, perhaps you can still be served comfortably."
The two looked at Eleanor with some disdain, but thought that her figure was nice, and covering her face might suffice.
Eleanor’s hand had already reached into her bag, and she suddenly saw the figure sprinting towards them, bringing a relaxed curve to her lips.
She didn’t move, just stood there.
The two thought Eleanor had resigned herself to her fate and were about to step forward and entangle her.
Unexpectedly, a voice came from behind.
"Who gave you the guts to lay a finger on her?"
The two turned around to see Alaric Faulkner approaching with a grim expression, like a vengeful specter, his presence sent shivers down their spines.
This time, it was their turn to be frightened, stammering over their words.
From behind, Dylan Lawson and Seth Sullivan arrived.
Seeing Eleanor also there, they breathed a sigh of relief, "Alaric, as long as she’s okay, you take your sister-in-law away, we’ll handle the rest."
Alaric Faulkner walked over and picked up Eleanor.
When passing by, he paused and said, "If you don’t handle this well, I’ll come after you."
Dylan Lawson and Seth Sullivan couldn’t help but shrink back; he was truly angry, it seemed they had to properly deal with those reckless guys.
Eleanor had been holding on, but she was so intoxicated that she felt like she was floating, and upon seeing Alaric, her taut nerves relaxed, leaving her weaker.
She nestled in Alaric’s arms, too weak to resist.
Maybe even she didn’t realize that at the moment she saw Alaric, her heart was filled with reassurance.
It seemed as if with his arrival, she was safe.
Eleanor entrusted her security to him, letting the alcohol numb her nerves.
Alaric carried Eleanor out, placing her in the front passenger seat, and then fastened her seatbelt.
Thinking about what Seth had said earlier, that Eleanor had drunk something, he didn’t dare send her back to the dormitory.
What if she ran out in the middle of the night?
So if Eleanor wanted to make trouble, she might as well do it with him.
Initially, Eleanor stayed quietly, but gradually she began squirming, her body crawling with thousands of ants.
Alaric murmured, "We’re almost home."
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Alaric’s strong, long arms rested on the steering wheel, the passing lights casting a glow over his handsome face, making him look devilishly enchanting.
Eleanor’s expression suddenly changed, and she said, "Alaric Faulkner."
"Hmm?" he responded in a low voice.
"You’re so annoying!"
Alaric thought she was fine, but hearing her tone, he realized she was probably really drunk.
His voice was gentle as he asked, "How am I annoying?"