HPDBC Chapter 181: Revenge
Chapter 181: Revenge
"You guys are fine. At worst, you can just move to another city, find a man to marry, and still live a good life.
But my endorsement deal was terminated, and I have to pay the penalty for backing out of that variety show. I’m already over ten million in debt. If I’m not a celebrity anymore, where am I supposed to find over ten million?"
The two young women exchanged a glance. ’You deserve it!’ they thought. It was this bitch Holly Summers who dragged them into this mess in the first place. The spot she got on that variety show before was in exchange for sending the two of them to that director’s bed.
And all they got was a tiny bit of money.
If it weren’t for Holly Summers, even if they never became A-list celebrities, they could have at least made a comfortable living. They might not have been at the top, but they’d still be earning far more than the average person with ease.
Now, everything was ruined.
The two of them subtly plied Holly Summers with alcohol. After more than an hour, all three were stumbling drunk, unable to even walk in a straight line.
"Holly, will you be okay on your own?"
Holly Summers shook her head woozily, pulled open the taxi door, and waved at the two of them before getting into the back seat. "I’m fine. I’m heading out."
The taxi sped off. It was just after nine, not even ten o’clock yet. The half-drunk Holly Summers didn’t even notice that the taxi was heading in a direction she didn’t recognize at all.
She didn’t know how long the car had been driving when it finally stopped outside a dim alley. The taxi door was pulled open from the outside, and Holly Summers was yanked out of the car. She was then dragged into a room in a courtyard and thrown forcefully to the ground.
The door was slammed shut with a THUD, sealing them off from the outside.
Holly Summers let out a cry of alarm. The searing pain in her knees and elbows sobered her up halfway.
The light in the room flickered on. Just as she was about to cry for help, Holly Summers finally realized something was very wrong with her surroundings. Standing before her were three men with stockings pulled over their faces. "Who are you?"
"Heh heh, you don’t need to know who we are. You just need to know that you pissed someone off."
Holly Summers gritted her teeth. She knew she wasn’t getting out of this tonight. She scrambled to her feet and tried to run, but before she could take two steps, one of the men kicked her to the ground.
SLAP! A heavy hand struck Holly Summers across the face. "Fucking bitch, thought we’d go easy on you?! You actually dare to run? You’re fucking asking for a beating!"
The man yanked the leather belt from his waist. He raised his arm and whipped it down hard across Holly Summers’s body. She couldn’t even cry out in pain; someone had covered her mouth from behind.
The sound of the beating continued relentlessly. Soon, Holly Summers’s skin was split open and bleeding.
When the man with the belt was about done, another brute picked up a steel rod. "Little bitch, don’t blame us. Who told you to be so blind and piss someone off? If you want revenge, go find the person who’s really behind this!
At most, we’re just the knife that does the killing. What’s wrong with the knife?" With that, he swung his arm, about to bring the rod down on Holly Summers’s leg!
Holly Summers violently shook off the hand covering her mouth and screamed desperately, "Wait, wait! I’m begging you, sirs, at least let me know who’s responsible! Who sent you to do this to me?"
The man with the steel rod cursed, "Don’t you have a fucking clue who you pissed off? You’re asking us? How the hell would we know?
But hey, the client paid handsomely. A million just to rough you up and break one of your legs. This is practically free money!"
Holly Summers gritted her teeth. The person she offended... the only person she’d offended was Riley Perry!
’That bitch!’
’All I did was have someone spread a few rumors online. It’s not like she lost a piece of her flesh. And now she’s retaliating like this. That little bitch... I won’t let Riley Perry get away with this!’
...
In a certain villa, Gigi Walsh, who had been forced to quit the entertainment industry, admired her freshly painted nails, blowing on them with satisfaction. Around eleven o’clock, she received a video on her phone. It showed one woman and three men starring in an ’action movie.’ Don’t get the wrong idea—it was a real action movie, as in a one-sided assault by three men on one woman.
Gigi Walsh tossed the phone to him so he could see for himself. "There’s nothing in this world that money can’t solve. If there is, it just means you haven’t offered enough.
That bitch made us lose so much face. Letting her off this easily is too good for her."
At that moment, Gigi Walsh would never have imagined the unintended consequences of her actions that night. Although she had no intention of redirecting the disaster, she had inadvertently caused Holly Summers to place all the blame on Riley Perry’s head.
That night, Holly Summers was dumped on the street by the three men. A sanitation worker found her and called the police, and the unconscious Holly was taken to the hospital.
...
Eric Sinclair waited downstairs from Riley Perry’s home until ten o’clock, when he finally saw her familiar van pull up.
He anxiously got out of his car and blocked Riley’s vehicle. Samson Sinclair slammed on the brakes, bringing the van to a halt.
"Miss Perry, my apologies. The Young Master probably has something he wants to say to you."
Riley Perry rolled down the window, her expression impassive. "It’s late, and I have work tomorrow. If you have something to say, wait until I’m free."
Hearing the complete lack of emotion in Riley Perry’s voice, Eric Sinclair’s heart sank. But he couldn’t force her, so he had no choice but to step aside. "Then I’ll pick you up after you finish work tomorrow. You have to at least give me a chance to explain, right?"
Riley Perry: "Fine. Samson, drive."
Samson Sinclair exchanged a look with Sebastian Sinclair, who was standing in the parking spot opposite them. Then, he tapped the accelerator and drove the car into the underground garage.
Riley Perry got out of the car. "You don’t need to come tomorrow."
"Miss Perry, why?" ’So she *is* taking her anger out on me,’ he thought.
Riley Perry: "Don’t you already know the answer in your heart? Why bother asking!"
"Miss Perry, it’s really not what you think. The Young Master will explain everything to you himself..." ’Then again,’ he suddenly recalled, ’the Young Master can’t really explain it clearly at all.’
Samson Sinclair stood ramrod straight, his already expressionless face growing even more serious. "The Young Master is innocent, really. We all used to think he was going to be a bachelor for life, but then he met you and it was like he was enlightened... That’s all I can say. For the rest, you should wait for our Young Master to explain it to you himself."
’Only his inner circle could know about the Young Master’s physical condition. No matter how close he and Miss Perry were, he’d need the Young Master’s permission to say anything. Besides, something like this was best said by the person himself.’
Riley Perry waved a hand, dismissing him, then turned and got into the elevator without looking back.
...
Forced to leave, Eric Sinclair directed all his pent-up fury at Rosalie Upton. It was all her fault!
’If it weren’t for her, my Sweetie wouldn’t be ignoring me all of a sudden!’
’The two of them hadn’t been in contact for five years! They were done. Why did she have to come to the company and cause trouble?’
’He never wanted to see her again!’
"Where’s Rosalie Upton?"
From the front passenger seat, Sebastian Sinclair replied, "She must have gone back to her place."
"Go find her, send her back to the Upton Family, and from now on, she is forbidden from ever setting foot in the Sinclair Group building again."
When Sebastian Sinclair went to the address Rosalie Upton had left, Eric Sinclair became even more furious. Because the house belonged to his mother!
In the middle of the night, Rosalie Upton, already asleep, was carried back to the Upton Family estate by four bodyguards. Her struggles were useless. Seeing her daughter returned in such a disheveled state, Mrs. Upton could only weep incessantly.