She bit, wielded shattered bottles as makeshift weapons, and unleashed punches and kicks…


    Even through the screen, her trembling form was evident.


    Yet, she exhibited ferocity, steadfastly upholding her principles and boundaries.


    Kyson narrowed his eyes, his fists involuntarily clenching.


    As Dulcie found herself backed into a corner, her white T-shirt marred with blood, she continued to resist with every ounce of her strength.


    Witnessing her plight stirred an unfamiliar sensation within him.


    Initially, Kyson thought Dulcie was naive and somewhat foolish.


    He imagined discussing certain terms with her, possibly even marrying her as a concession to family expectations.


    However, witnessing her resilience against those men made him realize he hadn’t given her enough credit.


    As he exited the monitoring room, brooding, Phillis stood up and blocked his path once again.


    “Mr.


    Shaw, if you have no affection for her, why interfere? She has made her choice.


    Respect it,” Phillis asserted.


    ““Scram,” Kyson retorted sharply, his tone colder than usual, which stunned Phillis as he had never addressed her harshly.


    It seemed he was truly angered.


    Lost in thought, Phillis was caught off guard when Kyson suddenly seized her by the neck, squeezing tightly.


    She attempted to free herself, but his grip was overpowering.


    “Do you… intend to kill me? Would you dare?” she challenged, her voice shaky.


    Being in the monitored confines of the Fire Bar, where staff were present, she doubted he would escte further, given her prominent family background.


    Kyson didn’t intend to harm her in public, yet his hold did not waver.


    Leaning in, he whispered menacingly, “Don’t test my patience.


    I’ve been called a freak, a lunatic, a beast, a scumbag.


    You wouldn’t want to see what happens when I lose control.


    Go ahead, provoke me if you wish.


    ”


    His casual tone belied the chilling severity of his words.


    The menace in his gaze was palpable.


    She trembled with fear upon meeting his eyes.


    Suddenly, he released her.


    Overwhelmed by fear, Phillis copsed to the floor, drained of strength and still gripped by terror.


    From the monitor, it was evident that the situation with Dulcie was escting rapidly.


    The men attempting to approach her were thwarted by her defensive use of a broken bottle, signaling a vtile esction.


    Kyson, without a moment’s dy, mmed the door behind him as he left the monitoring room.


    He quickly headed to the private room disyed on the screen, VIP Room @555.


    Inside, Dulcie was defiant but visibly shaken.This is property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    “Back off! I swear I’ll fight back!” she screamed, her face streaked with blood and her eyes fierce with resolve.


    She had misjudged the situation, thinking she only needed to sing and perhaps enjoy a drink for some easy tips.


    The possibility of an assault had never crossed her mind.


    Trapped, she found the door locked and her avenues of escape cut off.


    Desperation settled in as she clutched the broken bottle, herst line of defense, her breaths shallow and rapid.


    Amidst her fear, she pondered Kyson’s recent promise to go out with her, wondering if he would abandon her if he discovered what was happening.