The agent's smile stiffened. He clearly did not expect her to be so decisive.
He hurried forward and blocked the doorway. "Hey, don't rush off."
His eyes roamed over her without restraint, heavy with implication. "The price is always negotiable. Or we can . . . negotiate another way."
He reached out, trying to grab Annie's wrist.
Annie's stomach turned. She jumped back, dodging his filthy hand. Disgust flashed across her eyes. "Move."
The agent was shameless. Instead of backing off, he stepped closer. The grin on his face turned even more lecherous.
"You're just a little girl. Why such a temper? I can tell you have nowhere to go, so why don't you—"
He did not finish.
The flimsy metal door was kicked in from the outside. It crashed to the ground and sent dust billowing through the air.
In the light spilling through the doorway stood a tall figure.
Christian stood there, violence rolling off him.
Behind him, Michael came in with several bodyguards in black, their expressions grave.
The agent's greasy grin froze at the corner of his mouth. He took one look at the people at the door and his legs nearly gave out on the spot.
He had been around long enough to have some sense. This was someone he could not afford to provoke.
"I-I…"
He dropped to his knees with a thud and started begging incoherently. "Sir! No! I was wrong. I didn't know who you were. I was just joking with her. I didn't do anything!"
Christian did not even spare him a glance. From the second he stepped inside, his eyes had been locked on Annie.
When he saw that her clothes were intact and she was only pale, the uneasiness that had been in his chest eased slightly.

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