Bang—
The door slammed open with a loud crash.
The needle poised to pierce Candice’s thigh stopped mid-air.
A room full of degenerates froze in terror and turned toward the door. Some tried to run but barely took a step before being tackled to the ground by black-clad security. They were dragged out like dead animals, some with towels slipping off, crawling n***d across the floor. The scene was downright grotesque.
The whole operation was swift and clean.
No one dared to look at the bed.
The housekeeping supervisor who followed the team in was the first to act. She rushed over, covered Candice with clothing, untied her bound hands, and after quickly checking her condition, went out to report.
Outside, Charlie Clemens’ expression was cold as ice. “How is she?”
“Luckily we arrived in
