Luana felt a chill run down her spine as she realized she had revealed her entire plan to the man who had just assaulted her.
If he shared this information with Travis, not only would she fail to deal with Travis, but she might be the one eliminated.
Shaken and overwhelmed by despair, Luana trembled, struggling to breathe.
The man picked up the dagger, glanced at it, and deduced her intentions after using the fake contract to deceive Travis.
"You planned to lure Travis into drinking the drugged wine and then kill him with this dagger?"
Luana clenched her fists, infuriated that this man had so easily seen through her scheme.
He discarded the dagger and sternly warned her, "In the future, if you're in danger, come to me. Don't risk yourself like this again."
"Come to you?" Luana scoffed, "I don't even know who you are, what your name is, or what you look like. How am I supposed to find you?"
Without a word, the man took her phone, added his number to her WhatsApp, and handed the phone back to her.
"As long as you message me, I'll come to you immediately," he said.
Luana looked at the name displayed on her phone. "Mr. Night."
She racked her brain but couldn't recall anyone with that surname.
She assumed it was a pseudonym. The man, not wanting to reveal his true identity, wouldn't provide any suspicious information.
As she pondered, the man suddenly lifted her into his arms.
Thinking he intended to do something terrible again, Luana struggled fiercely.
But he merely placed her back on the bed, pulled up the covers, and tucked her in.
Leaning over her, he said, "Get some sleep. Don't wait for Travis. He won't be coming back."
Confused by his words, Luana frowned and asked, "What do you mean by he won't be coming back?"
The man didn't answer and left, as if he had urgent matters to attend to.
Watching his retreating figure, Luana wished she could tear him apart.
But she was exhausted and weak, longing to fall asleep.
Nevertheless, she forced herself to stay awake on the sofa, waiting for Travis.
She couldn't trust the words of a rapist.
She had to stay alert and deal with Travis.
As for the pervert, since he hadn't threatened her with Clarissa's safety, she could afford to bide her time.
But neither of them would escape her vengeance. Luana clenched her fists, vowing in her heart that she would not let them off the hook.
After leaving the Moriarty Group, Travis was exhilarated, clutching the contract.
He fetched his car from the basement, intending to head straight to Coldgold Hotel to find Luana.
However, his car was suddenly surrounded by dozens of off-road vehicles halfway there.
Realizing the danger, Travis immediately abandoned his vehicle and tried to flee. But as he ran a few meters, a top-of-the-line, limited-edition luxury car seemed to lose control and charged straight at him.
Travis panicked and dodged in all directions, but the more he ran, the more the car seemed intent on crushing him, as if aiming to kill him by running him over.
Cornered by the vehicle, the driver's door slowly opened, and a man wearing a gold-bronze mask emerged.
Two extremely dazzling lights from the car's front shone directly into Travis's eyes, preventing him from discerning the man's appearance. He could only vaguely make out that it was a young man dressed in casual, loose attire, exuding a youthful vibe.
Travis glanced at the young man, guessing he must be a prodigal son from some wealthy family.
In Los Angeles, where the Elan family was a powerhouse, a man daring to block him with so many vehicles was either incredibly bold or foolish.
"Do you know who I am?" Travis demanded, certain the other party wouldn't recognize him, or they wouldn't dare to block him.
The man tilted his head, his movement carrying a provocative arrogance.
"I do," he replied, his voice hoarse and clearly disguised.
Seeing that the man didn't even dare to show his true face, Travis felt increasingly unafraid.
He got up from the ground, strode up to the man with an air of superiority, and pointed at his nose, shouting, "Since you know who I am and still dare to block me, do you have a death wish?"
The man sneered and raised his hand, and the bodyguard behind him immediately stepped forward, grabbing Travis's finger. Before Travis could react to what was happening, the bodyguard pulled out a knife and severed the finger that Travis had pointed at the man.
The swift action took only a few seconds, and Travis lost a finger.
He screamed in agony, his cries echoing throughout the basement.
He had thought the man wouldn't dare harm him, but they had chopped off his finger instead.
The young man before him was not a mere prodigal son but a ruthless killer.
However, to Travis's surprise, this was only the beginning.
"Sir," the bodyguard said after cutting off the finger, respectfully handing the knife back to the man.
The man took the knife, pulled out a handkerchief, and wiped away the blood on the blade. Then, he strode towards Travis with long, deliberate steps.