Chapter 4

That afternoon.

Shortly after I came out of the store after my facial, there was a paddle filled with a strange scent that covered my mouth and nose.

In the moment of unconsciousness, I didn't panic.

Everything is as good as I can expect.

The dull mind was awakened by a splash of cold water.

When I opened my eyes again, I was being taken to an abandoned warehouse with my hands and feet tied.

Andrea stood in front of me wearing a pair of sunglasses and a cold face.

Behind her were a dozen or so burly men, all shirtless and looking at me wistfully.

"You like being a mistress that much, don't you? Wanda, if you want to be that cheap, I'll give you what you want."

With that, she gestured toward those behind her.

A group of men came up and surrounded me.

"Peter won't let you off the hook if you do."

I looked calm, and my mouth naturally called out that name that the other person had no business calling out.

Andrea lifted her hand and took her sunglasses off, her eyes swollen and red, as if she'd cried hard.

She reached out and pinched my chin, "You're just a stand-in, Peter only has Nicola in mind, what are you so proud of!"

"That's better than Miss Rutherford where you don't even get to be a stand-in."

I poked at her lung tubes with every word.

Actually, Peter's had several stand-in lovers before me, but Andrea's never once been as out of it as she is this time.

Probably because she knew that the position of Mrs. White could only belong to her, no matter how many people came and went around Peter before.

As for why she was so hostile to me, I couldn't have been clearer.

Because, I look at least seven times similar to Peter's dead lover.

Thanks to my looks, I was able to be spotted by him in a group of escorts.

Andrea felt a sense of threat in me that she had never felt before.

The other party was instantly enraged by my words and roared hysterically, "What are you guys waiting for! Go on! This woman is yours, remember to make the photos and videos more explosive!"

Those big men moved in response.

I couldn't resist, and my thin clothing was torn from my body in moments.

There were big rough palms that left bruised scratches on my pale skin.

Andrea looked maniacal with a look of pleasure on her face and couldn't wait to witness me get trashed.

"Stop it Miss Rutherford, aren't you really afraid that Peter will come after the Rutherford family if you do this!"

My voice was harsh and panic finally showed on my face.

The flash of panic excited Andrea even more and she laughed arrogantly, "You've got to be kidding me! As long as Peter needs a boost from the Rutherford family, he won't dare do anything to me!"

"Yes?"

Accompanying Andrea's trailing off was the commotion of the warehouse door being violently kicked in and a rhetorical question from Peter's joyful anger.

"Peter!"

Tears rained down on my face as I crawled toward him, shirtless.

Peter ignored Andrea, who was standing in shock, and walked quickly toward me, his eyes instantly sinking to a chilling depth at the sight of those splotchy fingerprints on my body.

"Peter ...... I'm so scared!"

I shivered and cowered in his arms as the other man pulled his jacket off and wrapped it tightly around me, patting his palm soothingly on my back, "Don't be afraid, I'm the one who's late, don't be afraid ......"

"Ah ......"

Andrea stepped forward to speak, but couldn't even get a word out when she met Peter's gaze.

"Do you really think the Rutherford family is essential to me, Andrea, before you reach too far?"

At the other man's pale face, I buried my head in Peter's chest and gave a quiet smile.

I don't know whether to call her stupid or overly emboldened.

Peter is most unruly.

He had crawled out of the chaotic slums, had suffered countless hardships, and had been driven like a dog.

How could he possibly put up with Andrea's behavior when he had come so far and was in such a position of power and authority that he didn't give a damn about him?

Peter put the locator in the bracelet he gave me.

As soon as I double-tap the chip's location, he receives my distress signal as an emergency contact.

This wave, Andrea failed miserably.