The Billionaire’s Maid Bride ( Flanagan & Allison Zimmer ) novel Chapter 284

Chapter 284 

“Call the cops? Nice try. The guy sneered, pulling Allison forcefully, trying to shove her into the car. 

Allison struggled with all her might, her bag falling to the ground as she screamed for help. But they were at the A3 exit of the underground parking lot of the Red Jack Club, a relatively secluded spot. There wasn’t much traffic, passersby were sparse, and there was no security. 

“Lady, you’re quite strong. I like that. We’ll have a good time in my car tonight.” 

With that he bent down and picked up Allison and shoved her into the car with all his might, Allison’s resistance didn’t work as she kicked at the other man’s shoulder but he grabbed her ankle and started to tug at her jeans with his other hand. 

Allison flinched back in horror. 

A beam of headlights shone through and a car pulled out of the underground parking lot. Allison screamed for help, but he muffled her cries. “Don’t rush, save your energy. You can scream all you want later” 

The man greedily eyed Allison’s face, tearing open her collar and revealing a large expanse of skin that only made his gaze more lustful. 

“What a beauty” 

Lucian was driving out of the parking lot, his gaze landing on a white bag scattered on the ground ahead. The bag was simple in design, but something about it nagged at him. 

He hit the brakes. He got out of the car to pick up the bag. The white bag’s strap was a bit worn, looking like it had been used for quite some time. 

But it seemed familiar. It looked like 

He quickly shook his head, finding it ridiculous that he’d remember a woman’s bag Absurd! 

He got back into the car and casually tossed the bag onto the seat. He might have been a bit too forceful as a set of keys and a phone fell out of the bag. He was about to start the car when something clicked in his mind. He remembered a white Land Rover parked 50 meters behind him. 

The middle–aged man forcibly ripped off Allison’s coat The strength of a woman was nothing compared to a burly man. 

Allison struggled, her hand brushing against something 

It was a water bottle. She slammed it against the man, who yelped in pain. She immediately seized the opportunity to try to escape. 

But the next second, her hair was violently yanked. She took a breath and was heaved back. The next moment, a sharp pain shot through her left cheek as the man slapped her 

Allisons cheek went numb. Then, a cloth soaked in ether was pressed against her mouth and nose. After a few struggles, she weakly closed her eyes and passed out 

The middle–aged man chuckled, impatiently unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. Just then, a hand landed on his shoulder. The man stopped what he was doing and snapped, “Are you blind? Can’t you see I’m busy?” 

He turned to look at the man behind him. “What do you want? You fancy this woman too?”