Chapter 6

What did he mean by it?

Jenna was humiliated and furious.

She instantly wanted to curse him.

However, at the thought of that man's fondling, she slipped under the covers and didn't do anything.

He was such a jerk!



She tossed and turned all night and didn't sleep well. The next day, when Jenna got up with dark circles under her eyes, Eason had left.

Jenna walked out of the living room, rubbing her eyes, only to see Mr. Quall, Eason's assistant, sitting on the sofa. When he saw her, he stood up respectfully. "Miss Aaron, good morning. Mr. Hancher has an important meeting this morning. He asked me to take you home."

Jenna waved her hand and refused. "Thank you, but I can go home myself."

"You are grounded by Senior Mr. Hancher, and you will be more likely to be found out if you go back by yourself. I'll drive you in, and you can find a chance to go back to your room."

He had a good point.

Jenna nodded awkwardly. "Okay then, thank you, Mr. Quall."

As they were on the outer ring road, Jenna's phone rang in her pocket.

It was a strange number, and the person hung up after the phone rang several times. She thought it was a scam or a sales call, but just as she was about to hang up, a message came.

"Don't you want what your mother left behind? Come here alone!"

Jenna's hand trembled, and her phone fell. She hurriedly bent down to pick it up. When she got up, her face turned pale.

Mr. Quall turned to look at her. "Miss Aaron, are you okay?"

In a trance, Jenna shook her head involuntarily. Her fists tightened on her knees. She turned to Mr. Quall and said, " I'm not going back to the Hancher family now. Can you take me to... The old district?"

Mr. Quall paused and turned the steering wheel slowly.

The old district was located in the center of the city, surrounded by new buildings developed in recent years. Most of the buildings were three-storied, and people there were from different walks of life. Public security orders were not good, and some criminal cases often happened.

Mr. Quall parked the car and glanced outside. Then he looked at Jenna, who had unfastened her seatbelt and was about to get out of the car, and got worried. "Miss Aaron, where are you going? Shall I go with you?"

Jenna shook her head and forced a smile. "You don't have to. If you are not busy, you can wait here for me for a while. Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes will be enough."

After getting out of the car, Jenna followed the route in her memory and walked towards a two-story building not far away.

As soon as she entered the building, she smelled a stench of garbage. The corridor was covered with dust because it had not been cleaned for years. Every time she stepped on it, dust was stirred up.

Jenna stopped in front of a room on the second floor and called out softly, "Sean Fallat."

No one answered.

She raised her hand to knock on the door, but the door suddenly opened.

Sean, a young man with yellow hair, was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed. He was chewing gum and looked rebellious. When he saw Jenna, the disgust and resentment in his eyes intensified.

Before Jenna could speak, Sean threw the thing in his hand over. "Jenna Aaron, here you are!"

The sandalwood box fell to the ground and rolled around a few times. Jenna rushed over without thinking to pick it up. However, her hair was grabbed from behind, and she was pulled up. She screamed. Sean dragged her to the sofa and pressed her on it.

"Hel..." Just as Jenna was about to call for help, Sean covered her mouth with one hand.

"Shut up! You didn't want to be with me and pretended to be pure. But you are not a virgin. Why do you refuse me now?" Sean's eyes were bloodshot. He held her in one hand and unbuckled his belt with the other. "I saw you in the Colorful Hotel. How shameless!"

Jenna widened her eyes, silently shedding tears. Her body trembled as she let out painful sobs, but Sean was turned on.

"He died before he even got to do anything with you. Why aren't you fighting and resisting now?" Sean unbuckled his belt and gradually became ferocious.

Jenna pushed him away abruptly. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground.

Jenna raced to the door and opened it forcefully. At that moment, she seemed to hear the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground from downstairs. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Help..." Sean rushed over, covered her mouth with one hand, threw her onto the sofa, and pressed her down.

He slapped her hard across the face.

Jenna's head tilted, and blood oozed from the corner of her mouth.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded.

The door was kicked open, and the two people in the room looked over at the same time.

A tall man scurried in and delivered a kick at Sean's abdomen.

Sean screamed and squatted on the ground, holding his abdomen.

The man turned around, took off his suit jacket, and ran to the girl to cover her up. His face was gloomy, but his voice was extremely gentle. "Don't be afraid. I am here."

Jenna burst into tears and opened her mouth, but she couldn't say a word.

Eason got up and strode to Sean angrily. He grabbed Sean's collar, pulled him up easily, and punched him in the face.


Punches rained down on Sean's face. He had no ability to fight back.

After some time, perhaps he was tired, Eason let him go, and Sean fell to the ground, not even having the strength to wail.

Jenna trembled, grabbing the suit jacket, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Stop it, please."

Eason's back was to her, so she couldn't see his expression. She felt that Eason was seized with a homicidal urge as if he was possessed.

As if he hadn't heard anything, he looked around with a vicious look in his eyes. He walked to a corner, picked up an iron bar, turned around, and swung it heavily at Sean on the ground.

The unconscious boy let out a heart-wrenching scream in an instant.

Eason didn't stop but wanted to kill him as if Sean was an enemy.

Mr. Quall quickly came in. Jenna rushed over without hesitation. "Mr. Quall, stop him. He will kill him!"

There was another scream.

Mr. Quall looked at Eason, but he stood still. "Miss Aaron, you don't understand. He saw this before. He won't stop."

Jenna looked up at him blankly. "He had a friend who was raped..."

Mr. Quall shook his head. "No."

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