Chapter26
“Well, hello there, Ms. Grillin.”
One of the boys at the back slammed the door shut and locked it.
It was clear they were up to no good. Jennifer backed up until she hit the window, gripping the thermos on her desk tightly.
“What do you want?” she asked.
Her voice was stern, her eyes fierce, but she was just one woman facing a group of young men who were bigger and stronger than her. Her words held no weight.
“Oh, nothing much,” Aaron sneered. “Just wanted to ask if you’ve got a boyfriend. Or maybe you’d give me a shot?”
He jabbed a thumb at himself.
Jennifer forced herself to stay calm. “I’m married. So back off.”
“Even better! Married women know what they’re doing. Why don’t you teach us a thing or two-” Aaron replied, reaching for Jennifer.
But Jennifer smashed her thermos into his temple.
Aaron howled in pain, and the others immediately rushed forward, trying to pin Jennifer down.
Luckily, Jennifer had trained in self–defense and some basic martial arts as a child. She managed to fight them off for a while, and they didn’t gain the upper hand right away.
But she was still a woman–smaller and physically weaker. Besides, she
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was outnumbered. So, it didn’t take long before her face and arms were bruised, her clothes torn, and her body battered.
“You bitch! Get her! Strip her!” Aaron shouted..
He grabbed her hair and slammed her head against the window frame.
“Do it! Strip her!”
The noise coming from the office was deafening, but no one came to check. Jennifer realized no help was coming and that she had to save herself.
She kicked Aaron hard between the legs, yanked the window open, and without a second thought, jumped right outside from the second
floor.
The rain outside was pouring. The dark clouds covered the whole sky.
Jennifer had no idea how she made it out of the Juvenile Detention Center. She was terrified, running on instinct, mind blank.
By the time she stumbled onto the main road, she was drenched like a drowned rat.
Her tears of fear and humiliation mixed with the downpour. No one could tell she was crying.
Just then, a black Maybach sped past, splashing water all over her as it screeched to a halt.
Even through the storm, Jennifer instantly recognized the license plate.
The window rolled down, and she saw Brayan sitting in the back seat.
Her breath caught in her throat.
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He looked the same as ever with his tailored suit and commanding presence. His gaze landed on her, intensifying her humiliation.
“Of all moments, why now?” Jennifer thought. The universe must be playing some sick joke.
Brayan’s eyes slid over her like a snake crawling over skin, leaving behind a trail of slime.
There was no contempt, no disgust, not even pity and surprise in hist eyes. Jennifer couldn’t read his expression, but she knew one thing: she looked utterly pathetic right now.
She hesitated, caught between explaining herself and saying nothing at all. In the end, the moment passed.
“Get in.”
His voice was gentler than she’d expected.
Jennifer stood shivering in the rain, her figure blurry and frail.
Her soaked hair clung to her scalp. Her face looked bloodless without makeup, and her lips were nearly colorless. Her business suits were torn, revealing bruised skin underneath.
Brayan studied her. For the first time, he realized Jennifer was weirdly attractive being soaking wet.
Jennifer had no other choice. Just as she reached for the door handle, someone in the back seat leaned forward.
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