Chapter 1603: Chapter 1703

Debra’s POV:

With a smile, Keenan placed a hand on the waiter’s shoulder, chuckling.

“Well done, my friend.

Thanks to you, everything unfolded seamlessly.

Once this affair concludes, I’ll ensure you’re compensated generously.

”

Grinning with delight, the waiter expressed his gratitude to Keenan.

“Thank you, Mr.

Olson!”

A wave of despair washed over me entirely.

“Help!” I cried out at the top of my lungs, battling against my restraints in a useless attempt to break free.

Deep down, I recognized the futility of it all; the villa sprawled across vast grounds, and our location was secluded.

Furthermore, for security measures, the waiter likely stationed someone to monitor the entrance, thwarting any attempts to enter unnoticed.

That was why I refrained from shouting earlier.

I prioritized conserving energy over futile cries.

But the present circumstances were out of my hands; I required external help.

This marked my final opportunity.

No matter how much I struggled, the waiter’s grip was unyielding, like a vise, keeping me firmly restrained.

He smirked at Keenan, remarking, “Mr.

Olson, this woman is quite spirited and defiant.

You’ll have to assert your dominance tonight, remind her who’s in charge.

”

“Of course.

” Keenan leered, scanning me from head to toe.

“Don’t worry.

I’ll ensure she won’t be able to leave her bed tomorrow.

”

Having spoken, he eagerly advanced to pull me indoors.

“Let me Weak and desperate, I struggled as tears streamed down my face.

“Someone, please help me.

I beg of you.

”

Despair flooded over me like icy water in the darkness, seeping through me bit by bit.

I was well aware that the engagement party downstairs was in full swing, with everyone laughing and reveling.

It was unlikely that anyone would remember me, let alone venture to the top floor of the villa to rescue me.

Tears traced down my cheeks, staining the villa’s floor.

Was this the end of my life?

Suddenly, as I teetered on the brink of despair, swift footsteps reverberated down the corridor.

Before I could muster a response, a chilling scream pierced the silence.

“AL”

Subsequent to the harrowing cry, the hold on my body slackened, accompanied by the thud of a weighty impact against the floor.

Startled, I jerked my head in surprise to see the waiter being struck and sent sprawling by a powerful kick.

Colliding with a wall embellished with framed artwork, he sputtered blood as the fallen frame trapped his hand, prompting yet another anguished cry.