Chapter 520

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Lately, Crescent had seen a surge in popularity, attracting numerous high-end custom orders.

Furthermore, since Arthen Entertainment had remained neutral during a past controversy, it gained the public's favor, improving the visibility of its celebrities. Devonte showed his visibility. I appreciate Raegan giving her all future commissions for red carpet events and makeup for her artists.

To make things easier, Elin had even found an apartment near the office.

Crescent's HR team was on a hiring spree.

With the studio flourishing, Raegan felt deep satisfaction.

She dreamed of Crescent's reputation reaching every corner of the world, perhaps even to her mother, in the hope that it would bring her back.

This dream kept Raegan motivated.

Raegan stayed at work late. He offered to take Elin, but she preferred to stay to finish some tasks.

Thus, Raegan left alone for her house. It wasn't until he left the office that he realized that the afternoon had turned into night.

The street separating her from her workplace was empty, which discouraged her a little.

He assumed that Mitchel, who had left earlier, would not return, and had forgotten to arrange a ride with his family's driver for that evening. If he called his driver from West Lake Villa now, he would have to wait a while.

So Raegan decided to book a taxi online.

The taxi driver soon called Raegan, telling her that he couldn't reach her exact location and asked her to meet him at a nearby traffic light.

As Raegan walked there, focused on her phone, something seemed wrong. It was as if someone in rubber-soled shoes was echoing his footsteps from the beginning.

Raegan sped up, faking a phone call. "Hello? Have you arrived? Where are you?"

Not far away, there was a white sedan.

Raegan added: "Is that the white car over there? "I'll be right there."

The person following Raegan seemed to stop, taken aback by her words.

Feeling a little more confident, Raegan didn't dare look back and quickened her pace toward the sedan.

Then, surprisingly, the person in the white sedan took off and drove away, revealing his lantern.

Raegan's heart raced as she ran.

“Clack!” The sound of those rubber-soled shoes continued, faster and faster.

Raegan hadn't gone far when someone pulled her hair harshly.

“Ah!” Raegan screamed, grabbing her hair and screaming for help: "Help!"

Her attacker pushed her to the ground and knelt over her, quickly silencing her with duct tape and angrily whispered, "Shut up, you little bitch!"

Raegan finally saw the situation for what it was. She was held captive by two men. Both dressed in black and hid their identities behind masks and caps.

“Hmm…” Raegan’s sound was muffled, a result of the duct tape placed over her mouth. With her hands tightly tied, she was reduced to making muffled noises.

One of the men dragged Raegan to a dark, secluded corner. There, he felt a slight sting on his finger. It looked like they were drawing blood.

After drawing the blood, one of the men carefully packed a small vial into a backpack. He whispered urgently, "Let's go before they discover us."

However, as his eyes rested on Raegan's beautiful, delicate face, the other man, driven by desire, stopped.

The one who had left, noticing the absence of his companion, stepped back.

He found his partner's lustful gaze on Raegan. "Aren't we leaving?" he asked.

The man captivated by Raegan giggled. «You go ahead. I'll catch up with you after having some fun."

The intention behind his words was unmistakable.

The one who had turned for his partner, who now took a moment to assess Raegan in the dim light, could not deny her striking beauty.

She had features reminiscent of a fairy, accompanied by a captivating figure. Such beauty used to be out of reach.

However, leaning on the side of caution, he suggested they stay out of trouble: "They didn't tell us to touch her. "It's better that we go."

But the man, clearly driven by lust, protested: “I have never been with a rich woman. Her beauty is driving me crazy.

As he clumsily unbuckled his belt, he tried to reassure his companion: “Don't worry. I'll do it quickly. "Wait for me in the car."

The cautious man cast a rueful glance at Raegan, pondering the potential dangers of surveillance cameras and pressing time.

Under other circumstances, he might have succumbed to temptation.

With a heavy sigh, he relented, albeit reluctantly. "Fine, but I'm leaving in five minutes, with or without you."

“Go ahead, then.”

When the man who intended to rape Raegan was halfway to undressing, he suddenly pulled out a knife and held it to Raegan's throat, hissing a warning: “Behave. Don't make noise or I'll use this.

Raegan felt the chilling touch of the blade and tremblingly nodded her head frantically, her eyes filling with tears, her silence a desperate plea for mercy.

The sight of Raegan's tear-stained face moved the man. Her vulnerability, framed in the shadows, seemed perversely attractive to him. Overcome by his baser instincts, he removed the tape from her mouth, bracing himself with one hand while restraining Raegan with the other.

He mocked her, removing his clothes down to his boxers. «Rich girls, pretending to be innocent, but deep down you are party animals, right? Always jumping from one bed to another.

Raegan's cheeks turned ashen with fear. In a desperate attempt, he offered, “Please, I can pay you, a lot. But don't hurt me."

He paused, his interest piqued. "Do you have money?"

Raegan nodded fervently. «I can transfer you five hundred thousand.

Would that be enough?

The man paused, calculating quickly. The amount Raegan was proposing could provide them with far greater luxuries than they would otherwise get under their current deal. Considering that they would split their daily earnings, their share would only amount to three hundred thousand. Keeping five hundred thousand more could bring you endless pleasures.

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