Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 239

Quennel followed Stephanie’s gaze.

He immediately spotted the phone, its light still blinking.

His expression hardening, he strode over, snatched the phone from its stand, and glanced at the screen.

Thankfully, it wasn't a livestream, just a recording.

Quennel quickly deleted the file, then spoke in a soft, reassuring voice, “Don’t be afraid. I’ve erased everything it filmed. No one will ever see it.”

The woman on the bed looked at him with red-rimmed eyes, like a frightened rabbit. She huddled inside his jacket, her hair disheveled, her face pale, and her lips bearing the marks of where she’d bitten them. She looked utterly broken.

Quennel’s heart ached.

The last time he had seen her like this was when her father and two brothers had passed away…

She was clearly terrified. Quennel bent down, scooped her up into his arms, and held her close to his chest.

His expression was gentle. “Stephanie, I’m taking you away from here.”

He could see that her body was limp; she was having trouble even sitting up, let alone walking.

Stephanie didn’t refuse.

In her current state, she couldn’t have refused even if she wanted to.

Besides, she couldn’t bear to stay in this place a second longer.

Quennel carried Stephanie out of the room.

His black suit jacket enveloped her small frame, hiding everything but the top of her head.

His men cleared a path for them.

Stephanie was in a daze, her expression blank, as if she hadn’t fully recovered from the shock.

Soon, they were in the car. Quennel told the driver, “Back to the villa.”

Stephanie didn't react. She sat quietly, like a lost soul.

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