Allure: Peerless Beauty

chapter 4

"Miss Lamb, please try on these shoes. They match your rose-red halter dress perfectly," the female shop assistant's professional yet sweet voice successfully pulled Ada back from the depths of her memories.

She collected herself and looked at herself in the mirror, and the girl in the mirror looked back at her. Her bewildered gaze was engulfed by the gorgeous backdrop, and all she saw was a beautiful facade, unable to see herself.

Gilbert casually flicked his cigarette and stood up, gesturing for the shop assistant to bring a string of pearl necklace. The pearls were lustrous and pure white, complementing the opulence of the dress perfectly.

He placed it around her neck, concealing the frailty and emptiness there. Looking into her eyes, he seemed like a supreme deity gazing down on earth—his most perfect masterpiece, then nodded in satisfaction, "Very beautiful."

Indeed, she was beautiful, with a wardrobe worth more than six figures. How could she not be beautiful?

He wasn't a passionate man, but he could spend lavishly and dress her up on a whim, as if bestowing a coin to a beggar.

At this moment, he stood behind her, his hand on her neck artery, as if probing the temperature of her blood there. His hand was cold, and there was no hint of intimacy in his expression, reminding Ada of another man's fingers, equally cold, slender, and powerful as Gilbert's.

Noah Chance, a beautiful name, easily evoking images of a gentle and noble gentleman. But Ada believed that this man was simply the greatest irony to the phrase "name matches the person." Of course, except for his handsome appearance.

Ada didn't know if that was their darkest moment in life.

That night, Noah's fingers mercilessly pinched her throat, not too hard, just enough to make it difficult for her to breathe, but not enough to kill her.

She was too powerless to resist anything anymore, feeling like she was being held underwater. The air was filled with the smell of smoke, alcohol, cologne from men, overwhelming her like a mountain, almost suffocating her.

Sherry trembled, constantly pleading with him, "Mr. Chance, we know we were wrong, really wrong. I'll go with you, please..."

But Noah just smiled ambiguously, giving Sherry a thorough look from head to toe. "You? Sorry, I'm not interested. They're more interested in a few others. As for her, rest assured, I'm not a stingy miser; I'll give her a fair price."

Sherry was utterly desperate, cursing through gritted teeth, "You bastard, Noah Chance! You're despicable!"

The consequence of her disrespectful words was a ruthless slap across the face, the bodyguard grabbing her hair and pressing her face down onto the table.

No one screamed; Ada could only watch, unable to make a sound or move. She was pinned to the sofa by a tall, burly bodyguard, more than one pair of hands holding her down, the man's strong palm pressing against her face, preventing her from even groaning.

Noah watched her with interest, as if enjoying the struggles of a dying little animal.

And then, in broad daylight, under the gaze of everyone present, he sighed and, with his slender fingers, moved from the beautiful curve of her neck to the collar of her uniform shirt. Very patiently, he unbuttoned her buttons one by one, trampling on the dignity of this poor girl.

Until most of the buttons on her chest were undone, her black bra against her skin, her perfect breasts rising and falling with rapid breaths, like the undulating waves of the sea.

Noah sighed lightly, turning her head to instruct the roomful of people, "You all go to the adjacent private room first. Wait for me to finish up here, and then we'll go to the next place to have fun."

"Noah Chance, you're a asshole!" she cursed, her heart torn apart.

Ada turned her head and saw them dragging Sherry away like dragging a dog. Sherry's hands tightly gripped the door frame of the private room, her eyes bloodshot, desperate, refusing to let go, refusing to let go even in death.

Ada wanted to say something, but she couldn't.

The man lifted her bra, his icy breath and burning lips touching hers, touching her delicate n*****s. His agile fingers moved behind her, unbuttoning her bra without care, pulling it aside like a playful child, cruelly ravaging her body.

She was half naked, exposed under the dim light, exposed to the indifferent gazes of men, trembling in despair. She knew she was going to lose something, and she was going to lose it in the most shameful and degrading way.

She turned her head and saw bottles of alcohol, glasses, and ice tongs on the table... If only she could reach them, even if she couldn't stop him, she could end herself.

But she couldn't move, her hands were pressed down by him, her whole body restrained in his embrace, his fingers inserted into her hair, gently kissing her tear-stained face, eagerly continuing this cruel game.

She smelled the musk of a man and the heavy scent of desire, shivering all over, feeling colder and colder, her breath becoming more and more difficult, her consciousness becoming increasingly unclear.

He lifted her face, his fingers skillfully fondling her perky fullness, biting her lips, holding onto her slight moans, his slender fingers tracing down her soft waistline, exploring further down. His breath was hot, as if whispering something in her ear, the music in the private room deafening, she didn't hear a single word clearly, just seeing his face, sometimes distant, sometimes close.

She didn't know how many people were watching this terrifying and filthy scene, but no one stepped forward to stop it, not even willing to say a word for them, not even one word.

Dry corners of her eyes had no tears, only pain and despair.

She heard someone laughing, cold green eyes flashing in the endless darkness. She really didn't understand why this person, who clearly had a good appearance, laughed like a devil.

Has anyone ever seen a wolf smiling while tearing its prey apart and eating it? She saw it today, witnessing firsthand how it could force someone into a dead end.

Her consciousness became even more blurred, everything around her gradually receding. All the voices seemed to be coming from afar, but also just floating by her ears. She felt like she was sinking underwater, like her throat was being squeezed shut.

She wanted to scream for help, but she couldn't make a sound. She wanted to reach out and grab something, but it was futile. There was only rapid breathing, bursts of intense breathing, as if using up all her strength. Sweat soaked the man's fingers, soaking the half-removed shirt, her whole body felt like it was crushed by a truck, her liver and gallbladder ached, her internal organs hurt. But still couldn't breathe, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't breathe!

In her daze, she heard someone shouting in panic, "She has congenital asthma, this will be dangerous, let her go!"

Then, someone replied indifferently, "Just asthma, she won't die."

Indeed, she wouldn't die, no matter how painful it was, she wouldn't die, only living worse than death. Only those who have truly experienced it would know that, clearly alive, but unable to breathe like being strangled... That was a living hell!

"Are you afraid of me?" The man across the table set down his knife and fork, wiping his lips with a napkin as he spoke to Ada.

Ada was pulled out of her memories by a questioning voice.

She hesitated to raise her head, looking at him, unsure of how to respond. In truth, she was indeed afraid of him.

Gilbert chuckled lightly, folding his hands casually together. "I think I understand why. Frankly, I'm not sure what Wilson did, but he seems satisfied with the result. I appreciate certain qualities in you, Ada, but I'm not willing to waste too much time on it. So, if I've caused you any distress, I apologize."

Ada remained silent, and he didn't need her to say anything. This wasn't a conversation of equals; it was the discourse of a powerful man. Compared to his whims, her will was insignificant.

He pulled out a cigarette, politely asking her, "May I?"

Ada nodded absently, then watched as he skillfully lit the cigarette with a familiar Givenchy lighter. The metallic click of the lighter and the orange flame blossoming were so familiar, like that tumultuous night...

That night, he sat in the corner of the room, lighting a cigarette, the orange flame like a small, bright torch. The flickering light illuminated the darkness, casting a reflection in a pair of deep, ocean-like eyes.

Before, he had been sitting silently in the shadows, and Ada, too panicked, hadn't noticed him. But now, in her haze, she could barely see his face clearly, yet she could still hear his voice.

"Noah, that's enough. You're a grown man, what's the point of competing with two little girls? Are you really treating yourself as a thug?"

His voice was low and clear, as if accustomed to issuing commands from a position of authority, with a hint of teasing mockery. However, Noah Chance, who was always domineering, didn't seem to care, lifting his face from Ada's chest and smiling sardonically at him. "I'm in the mood, and you're here to spoil it?"

"I'm worried you'll overdo it." He extinguished the cigarette, stood up, and casually walked out of the shadows. He stood beside the couch where Ada lay, looking down at the disheveled and pitiful figure below.

"Asthma won't kill her instantly, but prolonged cerebral hypoxia can turn people into idiots. Don't tell me you want to take care of her for the rest of your life?"

"Heh..." Noah patted her pale face, "Such a beautiful little i***t, taking care of her for a lifetime wouldn't be bad. Wouldn't that give me free rein?"

He laughed again, teasing, "Can't you say anything serious? It was supposed to be a good gathering, agreed to welcome Jim, but we ended up watching you fool around all night. Is there no end to it?"

Immediately, someone stood up to smooth things over, "Haha, it's okay, it's okay. Welcoming Jim is a small matter, Mr. Chance's happiness is the most important thing, as long as he's happy..."

"When he's had enough fun, these two will also be exhausted by him." Gilbert glanced at his watch in the lamplight. "Let's go, this place is almost done, let's go find another place to have fun."

After saying that, he didn't even look at them, and walked away on his own.

Seeing him leave, Noah actually stopped, smiling as he pinched Ada's chin, kissed her cheek, picked up his coat, and followed him.

And so, the group left in a grand manner. As they walked, they discussed which winery had the most fragrant wine, the most elegant atmosphere, and the gentlest and most beautiful ladies who were also understanding.

Leaving behind a room of desolation and two pitiful girls, who would come to their rescue?

"Ada, Ada... Look at me, please, look at me. Don't scare me, where's your medicine? Where's your medicine?" Sherry frantically helped her straighten her clothes, fasten her buttons, and rummaged through her purse for medicine.

She wanted to tell Sherry that the medicine was in the dressing room, but she was too weak to speak. She felt a slender arm pulling her forcefully, trying to lift her up. However, the battered and bruised Sherry was unable to bear her weight, despite being as delicate as a dragonfly.

Wilson watched them, utterly miserable, yet he offered no help, only casually scolding, "You two really did something today. Do you know who those people are? I have to serve them like kings. You dare to offend even him? Don't want to stay here anymore?"

There were already some onlookers gathered at the door, and as Wilson was about to leave, he leisurely instructed, "Tell you what, everyone stand and watch. No one is allowed to help them, or else... I'll break that person's legs!"

The onlookers exchanged glances, and "Allure" seemed to be a little world of its own, more like a wildlife park, with its own strict hierarchy of food chains. When the top predator spoke, who dared to disobey?

So everyone stood obediently about a meter away from them, out of a survival instinct, not daring to approach.

At that moment, Ada, in a daze, wondered what they had done wrong. The whole night was just a game of cat and mouse. They were tormented while others enjoyed watching.