She Walked Away With His Twins While He Begged the Ground She Walked On novel Chapter 112

Quinn's face drained of color as she backed away, a boundless terror engulfing her.

She screamed for help in English, but the desolate street offered no response.

Finally, she warned them in English to stay back. But these thugs seemed specifically targeting her; instead of retreating, they only grew more excited.

Frantic, Quinn scanned her surroundings and desperately picked up a discarded glass bottle from the ground to defend herself.

She smashed it against the wall. The shattered glass sliced into her palm, sending a sharp sting, but it paled in comparison to the immense fear seizing her mind.

She leveled the jagged edge at the thugs, roaring, "Stay back!"

The thugs merely cracked their necks, swaggering forward as they spouted more filthy curses.

"Whoa, look at the fire on this one."

"Looks fragile, but she's got a temper. Too bad she fell into our hands."

"Blame yourself for pissing off the wrong person. Serve us well tonight, and maybe we'll go easy on you."

Quinn's eyes widened in realization. Someone had sent them?

She shot back in English, "Who hired you?"

The men exchanged glances, realizing they had let something slip, and instantly grew agitated.

"Boss, don't waste time with her."

"You going first or am I?"

One of them pulled out a phone, ready to record what was about to happen. After all, the client had requested it, and the payout was massive.

"No!"

Two thugs lunged at her, trying to tear off her clothes.

Another held up his phone, snapping photos frantically.

Miles's suit jacket was violently ripped from her shoulders, tossed aside, and trampled into the dirt.

They whistled, egging him on, "Come on, boss, get to it."

"Help... please!"

Quinn shrieked for rescue, but no one came to her aid.

A profound, suffocating despair swallowed her. Her wrists were pinned, leaving her utterly immobilized as hands began tearing at her dress.

Once, when she had been cornered by thugs in a dark alley...

Miles had swooped in like a knight in shining armor, pulling her from the brink of disaster.

She never imagined that today, the one pushing her straight into the fiery abyss would be him.

If being saved by him back then meant she had to endure this agonizing nightmare now, she would have rather just taken the beating in the past.

She poured her last ounce of strength into a piercing, agonizing scream. The horrific cry echoed through the desolate street, but failed to ignite even a shred of conscience in the thugs.

Just as her dress was about to be violently ripped open...