Chapter 457 - Chapter 457: Urgent Rescue (5)

Chapter 457: Chapter 457: Urgent Rescue (5)

At a look from Justin, the two men immediately understood. They yanked harder, and the tear in her clothes ripped wider, threatening to spread all the way down from her arm!

"Are you going to keep struggling?" Justin’s eyes burned with a feverish lust, his voice hoarse and thick with desire. "If you really like it rough, Miss Chapman, then I can be more than happy to oblige!"

Nadia Chapman fought to stay clear-headed, biting down so hard her mouth filled with the taste of blood. The situation was grim.

"Justin, this is Westbound. Getting rough with a girl here... isn’t that a bad look?" After a moment’s hesitation, Leo Fenton finally stepped forward. No matter what, he couldn’t just stand by and watch something happen to Nadia Chapman right in front of him.

"Mr. Fenton, I know this is Westbound. I don’t need you to remind me! The manager here is my uncle! Let me put it this way: even if I took her right here, right now, nothing would happen!" Justin’s eyes were glued to Nadia Chapman, his arrogant tone thick with his resolve to have her.

"Waiter! I want to see the person in charge! Let’s just see if what he’s saying is true!" Nadia Chapman had clenched her fists so hard she’d broken two fingernails. The sharp pain helped her rally some of her strength.

But no one paid her any attention. Neither the waiters nor the security guards—not a single person responded to Nadia Chapman.

"I already told you, this is my uncle’s turf, and these people all work for him. Did you really think they were going to help you? Aren’t you supposed to be an entrepreneur? How can you not understand something so simple?" Justin laughed, his expression even more arrogant than before.

"Good! Very good!" Nadia Chapman wrenched herself free from the two men’s grasp and snatched a hammer from the wall. "Tell me, what do you think would happen if I were to smash this?"

Justin’s eyes narrowed. The hammer was for the fire alarm. If she smashed it, everyone in Westbound would be alerted. Right now, they were just in a corner, not attracting much attention. But one swing of that hammer would change everything. Westbound’s clientele were all distinguished guests, especially those on the second and third floors. If those VIPs were disturbed, even his uncle would have trouble smoothing things over. ’So she really is an entrepreneur,’ he thought. ’She’s smarter than she looks.’

Before Justin could come up with a way to deal with the situation, a waiter had already notified the manager. Not even two minutes later, the manager rushed over. He was fine with indulging his nephew and letting him do whatever he wanted, as long as it didn’t disturb the other guests. But if it started to affect them, he had to step in.

"Manager, you need to keep your dog on a leash! Don’t just let it out to bite people!" Nadia Chapman’s stance was uncompromising. She knew very well that if she showed even a hint of fear at this moment, she might not make it out of here today.

"Nadia Chapman! You must have a death wish!" Justin shot her a murderous glare. "Don’t think you have backup just because the manager’s here! Let me tell you, it doesn’t matter who comes. It’s useless! I’m going to make you pay the price for crossing me!" As he spoke, he started to move on her. Nadia’s heart clenched. She didn’t hesitate either, raising the hammer to smash the alarm.

The manager immediately stepped forward. "Miss Chapman! This is Westbound, not a place where you can do whatever you please! Can you afford the consequences of disturbing our VIPs? Don’t think you’re hot stuff just because you own a company! Let me tell you, you can’t afford to provoke Westbound! If you know what’s good for you, you’ll apologize immediately. Otherwise, did you think all these security guards are just here for decoration?"

"Even if the VIPs are disturbed, that’s your problem. You’re the one who failed to leash your dog and let it out to bite people. If anyone is going to be held responsible, it’s you!" Nadia Chapman refused to yield an inch. In a negotiation, one’s bearing was everything. If she showed the slightest weakness right now, this pack would tear her apart until there was nothing left.