Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 138

By the time Quennel rushed to Sapphire Group, Victoria was already being dragged out of the elevator by Dave and her limping husband.

No one stepped forward to help her; instead, they just watched, pointing and whispering.

They were family, after all, and this was their private business. Even the police usually couldn't do much in these kinds of disputes, just smooth things over and let it pass.

The incident had caused such a stir that various versions of the story were already circulating in Sapphire Group's internal chat groups.

In just half an hour, Victoria had become a legend at Sapphire Group.

After all the pulling and shoving, Victoria's clothes were in disarray. She struggled to cover herself with the remaining fabric to preserve some shred of dignity.

People were constantly holding up their phones to take pictures of her, most of them just enjoying the spectacle. She could even hear their pointed whispers.

How did things turn out like this?

How had Dave and the limping man found her?

She had cut off contact with them a long time ago. Unless someone had deliberately told them, they couldn't have known where she was.

Their hands felt like they were trying to drag her back into an endless darkness.

In her moment of despair, Quennel appeared in her vision like a ray of light.

The dead ashes in Victoria's eyes rekindled. She called out to him, her voice thick with tears, "Quennel, save me!"

Quennel's face was grim.

Just now, in her panic, Victoria had managed to call him.

But as soon as the call connected, before Victoria could say anything, someone had snatched her phone away.

Quennel had only heard a commotion on the other end and faintly, Victoria's crying.

He didn't know what had happened, only that she was in trouble, so he had dropped his work and rushed over.

He never expected to see her being harassed by two men like this.

He turned his head and gave his bodyguards a cold look. "Make them shut up."

The next moment, the bodyguards covered the two men's mouths and dragged them away.

Seeing this, Victoria let out a long sigh of relief.

Quennel led her to the Cayenne. the car next to it hadn't left yet.

As he passed by, Quennel couldn't help but glance over.

Of course, he knew whose car it was. The limited-edition Cullinan was the only one of its kind in all of Veridian.

The car was sleek and stylish, very eye-catching.

But what was Jonathan doing here?

The privacy film on the windows obscured most of the view, but through the front windshield, Quennel could vaguely see Jonathan's upper body leaning toward the passenger side.