"Don't call me Keith. I'm sick of it! Irene. If you dare to do anything to Melissa, I won't spare you!"
He shook off Irene's hand and ran wildly down the stairs.
Irene looked at his back. Her features twisted, and she felt extremely partial.
In a fit of anger, she dropped the huge vase in the aisle.
She knew it well in her heart.
Lyra this bitch escaped it tonight, but her brother's reputation was completely destroyed! The Frazier family could be in a lot of troubles!
But none of this matters was important to her anymore!
Even if she can't ruin Lyra, she'll ruin Melissa at least!!!
Behind her, Jane was handling the media in Garrett's room.
Oscar had already gone downstairs to deal with the things in the garden. They didn't even have time to take out the giant tower cake, and most of the guests already couldn't stand the exciting image on the big screen and insisted on leaving.
Irrespective of this, Irene ran down the other staircase like a madman, intending to get ahead of Keith and take a shortcut to fix Melissa herself.
...
Just now, Melissa raised a glass of juice with a few members after the performance and had a sip of juice in the Butterfly Girls' backstage room.
Who knew that it was only a few minutes before her whole body started to get hot, and she forced herself to endure the uncomfortable feeling, intending to go to the bathroom.
She walked down the aisle, felt muddled and held on to the wall. Then she was carried directly to the basement by a rugged-looking and bearded man ...
The basement door was closed, and every now and then a subtle sound came from it.
Irene arrived in a hurry with five bodyguards and a camera, intending to take a nude photo of Melissa.
The door opened and she was greatly disappointed by what was inside.
Melissa, against the wall, whose eyes were scarlet, held a bloodied steel rod in her hand. Although she was shaking all over her body, she remained resilient.
The original performance clothes on her body were torn everywhere, but her eyes were resolute and not wretched at all, but also with a ruthlessness of the same.
Just now, she only drank a sip of juice with medicine. The effect of the drug was not strong, and she can still barely maintain the last little bit of wakefulness.
"What's going on? I can't believe they haven't even started yet?"
Irene was furious.
She even had to wonder if she had been in a bad luck lately and everything was going wrong!
The man who had been bruised and battered by Melissa was tentatively approaching Melissa, and when he heard Irene's voice, he hastily limped over to Irene.
"Miss, this woman is too fierce and strong. I really can't beat her!"
"Waste!"
Irene slapped him in the face, glared at Melissa who was in the corner with malicious eyes, and shouted at the bodyguards behind her.
"All together, rape her! One million dollars each!"
Hearing this, several bodyguards' eyes were like wolves and rushed towards Melissa.
"Don't come any closer! Don't!"
Melissa frantically waved the stick. She could not stand several bodyguards at the same time on the force, so the weapon was instantly taken away.
She was in a state of extreme panic and despair.
But she would rather die than be raped by these filthy men!
She held on to her last breath, intending to bite her tongue to commit suicide.
But before the group of bodyguards could touch her fair shoulder, they were kicked to the ground by the arriving Keith, and their arms were broken on the spot.
Immediately after, it was the second, third ... fifth bodyguard was dropped.
Wails and screams rang out, one after another.
Irene, who was leaning in the doorway and crossing her hand arms, didn't react when she realized that all the bodyguards were downed, and she didn't even see Keith's strike.
Keith crouched down and quickly took off his suit, wrapping Melissa's torn clothes tightly around her. His large hand pinched her face hard, forcing her to open her mouth and not bite her tongue.
"Melissa, it's me! Sorry, I'm late!"
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