“Go ahead, scream all you want. Scream until your voice breaks… It won’t make a damn difference.”

Hank looked like he was savoring the moment, lust blazing in his eyes.

“Emily, you walked right into this yourself. Tonight, unless I make sure you know what it feels like to be taken hard and rough, I might as well not call myself a man,” he said, breathing heavily.

He yanked her hair and dragged her back toward the villa. Anyone with a brain could tell exactly what he planned to do.

Theo chuckled from the side. “Mr. Armstrong, once you’re done, would you mind if I took a turn?”

Hank raised a brow. “Theo, you’re bleeding out. Are you sure you’ve got anything left in the tank?”

Theo’s face twisted in hate. “That bitch is the reason I’m like this. Even if it kills me, I want to have her once.”

Emily’s heart dropped, filled with dread. She wished she could smash her head into the wall and end it all.

So this was Theo’s true face. He was such a filthy and disgusting man. She had been blind, totally blind about him.

“Hank, I’d rather die than let you touch me!” Emily shouted, struggling with everything she had.

However, two vicious slaps later, she went limp, her face pale and lifeless. She did not dare resist anymore.

Hank gripped her chin, his smile dark and menacing. “You worthless, dirty bitch. You had the nerve to come at me? The moment you and that bastard Theo chased me all the way to Verhampton Valley, your fate was sealed!”

Emily cried out, her voice hoarse. “Even if you violate me, my dad and Logan will never let you go!”

Hank sneered. “You think I don’t know how far we are from Blumedale? Once I finish with you, I’ll head straight back to Chetvine for my debriefing. Then I’ll take on the next mission, vanishing from your life. The Keller family is nothing but an elite family in Gabo Creek. What can they possibly do to me?”

He was beyond smug.

Emily lost all hope, her body trembling uncontrollably. She closed her eyes, knowing this would be the most humiliating, devastating moment of her life.

“Let her go, Hank. Step outside, get on your knees, and put your hands behind your head!”

Suddenly, a voice rang out from outside. It was not loud, and it did not sound furious. Yet, there was a chill in it that made Hank’s eyelid twitch.

Hank looked outside and instantly exploded in rage. He hissed, “Andrew! Of course it’s you again, you damn pest!” Grabbing Emily roughly, he dragged her toward the entrance.

Emily had already shut her eyes, waiting to die. When she heard that voice, her heart leapt.

Andrew was really here.

She sobbed, “Andrew, please save me! I was wrong! I swear I’ll never ignore your advice again. Please save me, okay? I promise I’ll behave, I’ll stay grounded, I won’t be arrogant or self–righteous, or make you hate me ever again!”

She poured it all out, tears falling fast and hard.

Andrew’s cold gaze swept over her for a brief second, then landed on Hank. “I’ll give you three seconds. Let her go, get over here, and get on your knees to wait for arrest.”

If he had not arrived in time, there was no doubt Emily would have been raped and killed. At best, she would’ve lived through it, with her dignity and sanity shattered.

Even so, Andrew did not pity her. To him, Emily had brought this on herself. She had to pay the price for her own growth.

If a person was too stubborn or too slow to think straight, they had to suffer the consequences, either from society or from monsters like Hank.

That was just how life worked, and no one was exempt.