"Beryl?" Marcellus found her in a daze, his heart aching unbearably. All the anger he had before was gone, replaced with regret for not coming earlier.
"No, I bit his hand," Her voice was barely audible, not daring to look up at Zane standing outside.
The sight of his face was enough to knot her stomach with discomfort.
"Honey, stay here for a while. I'll get you out of here soon, okay?"
Beryl nodded, wrapping her coat tightly around her body. She closed her eyes, and two shimmering teardrops fell. In just a few minutes, her eyes had swollen so much they were barely recognizable.
Marcellus stood up and firmly closed the door to the compartment. Zane watched as he comforted Beryl, his heart racing with fear.
Marcellus had seemed disgusted by her in the private room earlier. Now, however...
Apparently, Marcellus wasn't going to give him the chance to figure it out. He stepped over, casually rolling up his sleeves. "Did you lay a finger on her?"
"No, no! Mr. Perkins, I didn't know she was your woman. If I had known, I wouldn't have dared...!"
Before he could finish, Marcellus landed a harsh kick in his stomach. As a former martial arts champion, he had more than enough strength to handle a feeble man who spent most of his time in the nightlife scene.
Zane was kicked to the floor, the pain in what felt like his pancreas splitting him open.
"Mr. Perkins, I really didn't do anything..."
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