Chapter 4: Chapter 4: Don't worry, I am here
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Penelope Talkington is the biological daughter of Mr. Talkington and Mrs. Talkington and the legitimate eldest daughter of the Talkington Family. In name, she is the older sister of Victoria.
In her daily interactions with Victoria, the affection and sisterly love she showed left no room for anyone to doubt her feelings for her sister.
But only Victoria knew that Penelope's level of kindness was directly proportional to her level of maliciousness.
For example, at the Coming of Age Ceremony, the glass of blueberry juice was personally handed to Victoria by Penelope with words of sisterly love, essentially "forcing" her to drink it.
Who would know that the blueberry juice contained three times the usual dose of drug?
After Victoria had drunk it, besides being sold to a Weber heir, the remaining effect of the drug was waiting for her supposed brother, Hank Clegg, to defile her.
Hank Clegg had been unsuccessful in the past, constantly lusting after Victoria.
The charitable donation from the Weber Family, besides allowing Mrs. Talkington to acquire a new estate, and Penelope Talkington to purchase a sports car, also gave Hank Clegg the opportunity to indulge himself.
Their wicked intentions are truly indescribable...
Normally, the Talkington Family wouldn't dare to cause trouble in a Presidential Suite because those who could afford such a suite were either wealthy or noble.
But just a while ago, Mr. Talkington had checked with the hotel's management and that suite was actually unoccupied tonight.
However, a Weber scion had clearly watched as a man entered the suite with Victoria in his arms.
Mrs. Talkington had mixed in such heavy drugs in the juice Victoria drank, her actions with the man in their private hotel room didn't need to be spelled out.
Upon thinking of losing the funds he had finally obtained, Mr. Talkington felt a pang of regret; Mrs. Talkington despaired at the thought of not having an additional property; Penelope was desolate knowing she wouldn't get a luxurious car; and Hank Clegg rued losing Victoria for the nth time or more...
Especially, the Weber scion, whose wrist had been diagnosed as fractured by the doctor and was bound by a gypsum cast.
The four of the Talkington Family along with the Weber scion, furious, were determined to break open the door of the Presidential Suite and capture Victoria and the man who had dared ruin their plan.
The Weber scion even vowed to compensate the hotel triple the amount for any damage. The hotel, knowing his arrogance and the richness of the Weber Family, could only silently consent.
At this moment, Mrs. Talkington and the Weber heir started kicking at the doors one by one, gradually reaching the last door.
Inside, Victoria was panicked like a frightened little rabbit.
"It's over, it's over. If they catch me, then I won't be able to study abroad in Paris, they'll surely beat me to death..." She was so scared that the blanket she had been hugging fell off without her noticing.
The man's dark eyes slowly landed on her shoulders as white as jade, his voice was fearless as iron: "What are you scared of when I'm here?"
"Who do you think you are?" Victoria started crying, upset at his nonchalant manner, "It's all your fault. It was you who ruined me, and yet you dare to say..."
The man scoffed coldly, "Or maybe, you really don't know? They drugged you and want to sell you to that pigheaded man?"
"Drugged? Pigheaded?" Puzzled, Victoria paused. She hadn't fully understood what he'd said when there was a thud on the door.
Startled, she quickly turned back.
However, since the door had already been locked from inside, Mrs. Talkington wasn't able to kick it open.
She immediately started swearing bitterly from outside, "You little brat, I know you're hiding in there. If you know what's good for you, open the door immediately. We, the Talkington Family, can still leave you and your adulterous partner intact!"
Victoria felt cold all over her body.
The Talkingtons drugged her and tried to sell her to a pig-headed man, but their plan failed. She ended up with this handsome man. So, now they're furious and want to kill them?
The man sat calmly, his gaze coldly watching the door that was being pounded to an ear-splitting volume.
Heh, the Talkingtons, huh?
They dared to cross his path; he wondered if they had the life to leave this place alive.
However, Victoria suddenly climbed up and grabbed his arm.
"You! Hide in that wardrobe, now!" She ordered hastily, pointing at a huge wardrobe on the side.
Hank Clegg was taken aback, but then he frowned, his brows meeting like knives, "Why should I?"
"Don't you get it?" Victoria was getting impatient, "They're coming to arrest us because we had intercourse. They can be really brutal and won't let us off. You better hide so they can't get to you."
Listening to her say this, Hank Clegg couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Oh? Are you trying to protect me?" So she was going to play the heroine saving the hero?
"Who's protecting you?" Victoria cried. At this moment, all she wished was to save herself first, "You hide and don't drag me down. Being a burden will affect my ability to fight."
Hank Clegg found her remark about him being a burden amusing. He couldn't help but hold up his hand, "No, I'll stay here. I want to see how you'll fight."
"Please!" Victoria got angry and raised her hand to hit the man's shoulder. Though for the man, it was like a mosquito bite, but she immediately started crying, "I am just a girl who turned eighteen today. I never even had a boyfriend and then this happened. If word gets out, how can I live? Please hide, so I can carry on with a clean slate..."
She covered her face and started crying heartrendingly.
The blanket wrapped around her slipped, revealing her skin as white as magnolia and the slight red spots.
Hank Clegg furrowed his brows, his eyes flashing with a mixture of emotions. What she said was right. For a girl who just came of age and experienced this, what kind of public opinion would she face?
Even if he was willing to marry her, considering the Talkington Family's rage, it would surely cause a sensation. Outsiders who were not aware of the truth would assault her with rumors, causing her endless humiliation.
He was sitting here, which would only make it impossible to make others believe that nothing had happened between them.
It was unbearable for a girl of her age to be drugged and sold, and caused an overwhelming wave of pain.
His character and profession wouldn't allow him to pour salt on her wounds.
"Alright," He finally relented and stood up quickly. "First, I'll hide. But if you can't handle it, I'll come out immediately."
Victoria was already pushing him, looking happy, "I can handle it. I've accumulated plenty of experience over the years. Just hide properly..."
There was another loud thud. Coupled with Mrs.Talkington's swearing, the door to the room was finally kicked open.
All they saw was Victoria alone on the bed, wrapped in a blanket, and her deer-like innocent eyes looking at them furiously from the outside.
"You little harlot, I knew you were up to such deeds!" Seeing Victoria's slightly red cheeks and disheveled hair, Mrs. Talkington charged in, trying to scratch Victoria's face.
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