Not A Small Town Girl (Danielle and David) novel Chapter 148

Hope's clothes were completely torn, leaving only her underwear on her upper body.

"She has a good figure. Boss, you do it first, we will record it for you," another man said to the yellow-haired man.

Hope was really desperate now. She thought, 'Audrey, if I survive today, I will not let you go.'

Just as Hope was stunned, the yellow-haired man tore her skirt and reached for her. Hope said, "Don't come. Get out. Don't touch me."

"Why are you still pretending to be a chaste woman? Why don't you just have a good time with us? Maybe if we're happy, we'll let you go," they teased.

The yellow-haired man directly hugged Hope, who trembled with fear. Just as the yellow-haired man was about to make a further move...

The door of the private room was kicked open, and a dozen people walked in.

"Who are you? Get out! I'm busy now!" The yellow-haired man stared at the group of people who came in with a fierce look in his eyes.

"Taylor, cigarette dangling from his lips, emerged from the crowd. With a swagger, he approached the small, blond man and sent him flying with a single kick.

"You're not qualified to know who I am."

Taylor and his team, observing from the monitoring room, descended calmly when they realized the group was about to begin a live broadcast.

Enraged to see their boss kicked aside, the group accompanying the punk rushed to confront Taylor. "You dare strike Miss Darling? You're asking for trouble!"

Taylor gave a cold smile. He knocked all these people down in no time, leaving them unable to rise.

As Taylor approached, the punk trembled with fear and blurted out, "I was wrong, I was wrong! Please don't hit me!"

Taylor must be crazy in their eyes.

He started beating them up as soon as he came up without a word, crueler than any of them.

Squatting down, Taylor ground the cigarette butt against the punk's hand and asked, "Who sent you?"

The punk answered, "Ouch, it hurts... I don't know who they are, but I answered a call and a girl told us to come to this room and take this woman's phone, and then..."

He said as he glanced at Hope.

"Speak," Taylor said impatiently.

"She paid some of our guys to sleep with her and film it. We got fifty grand upfront, and we're supposed to get another 65 thousand dollars when it's all done." The punk stammered, "Sir, I swear we didn't touch her. Please, just let us go."

The punk thought Taylor was Hope's friend, so he beat them to vent her anger.

"Give me her contact information and the account number for payment," Taylor said curtly.

The punk trembled as he handed a note to Taylor. "There. I've told you everything I know. May I go now?"

"Take off your clothes and give them to Hope," Taylor said, gesturing toward her.

Without a word, the punk stripped off his clothes and gave them to Hope, offering profuse apologies.

You're free to go now," Taylor said. The young man immediately bolted out.