Rosalie noticed Debra''s displeasure and reprimanded the maid, "How could you be so careless? Hurry up and prepare clothes for change."


    "I''m sorry, Miss. I''ll get clean clothes for you right away," the maid apologized profusely, keeping her head down.


    Rosalie exined to Debra, "She''s new here and clumsy. I hope you don''t mind."


    Then she turned back to the maid and ordered, "Take thedy upstairs to change her clothes."


    "Yes, madam," the maid replied nervously, guiding Debra upstairs.


    Debra nced back at Rosalie, feeling a sense of unease. But considering it was the family banquet, she didn''t think Rosalie would y any tricks.


    The maid led Debra into a guest room on the second floor and handed her the prepared clothes.


    "Please change here, Miss. I''ll wait outside."


    Debra nodded and waited until the maid left before carefully inspecting the clothes. Everything seemed normal.


    ''Was it just an ident?'' she wondered.


    Regardless, the clothes were fine, so she decided to change into them. After taking off her damp clothes and briefly rinsing, she put on the clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. Suddenly, she felt dizzy and weak. She wondered what had gone wrong. She had checked the clothes before changing, and everything had seemed fine.


    Footsteps hurried outside. Luckily, she had locked the door earlier. No


    one would be able to get in.


    The person outside jiggled the door handle a couple of times but couldn''t open the door.


    "Who''s there?" Debra asked cautiously.


    This was the second floor. If there was amotion, people downstairs would hear it.


    There was no response. She reached for her phone in her bag, only to find it missing. She realized someone had tampered with her bag earlier.


    Just then, she heard a key turning in the lock. With a click, the door opened. Through her blurred vision, she could hardly make out the figure before her. "Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell?"


    There came the lecherous voice of a man. She recognized the voice. It


    was Erick.? 2024 N?v/el/Dram/a.Org.


    She tried to stay conscious, but her body copsed onto the sofa uncontrobly. Erick locked the door behind him and rubbed his hands together.


    Approaching, he said, "Stop resisting. Since Juan doesn''t want you, I''ll take you."


    "Go away!" Debra tried to push him away, but she couldn''t muster any strength.


    "Rosalie said after today, you''re mine. Don''t worry, I''ll take good care of you," Erick said.


    His voice made her sick to her stomach.


    As she was cornered, her consciousness faded. She raised her hand to


    rip off her brooch and stabbed the needle into her arm. The sharp pain brought back some sobriety.


    Determined to im her, Erick grinned. "Sweetie, you can''t escape today. Just serve me well, and I will treat you right."


    "Dream on!" she snapped, seizing the opportunity to rush to the door.


    She tried to unlock it, but the button didn''t work.