Revenge: General Parker's Last Stand

Chapter 7

In the Presidential Suite of Yonderville's renowned Platinum Hotel, several well-dressed men were sipping drinks and discussing business.

Michael sat at the head of the table and his face glowed. He curled his lips after a sip of wine as he gazed at Olivia kneeling on the ground to pour his drink.

Although Olivia had only been in this hellish place for six hours, it felt like sixty years to her.

He reached out and abruptly grabbed Olivia's delicate wrist. Olivia trembled, "Mr. Roberts, you..."

"Heh! Olivia, stop playing innocent with me. Come here and rub my legs!" Michael yanked her forcefully, pulling her delicate body into his arms. She was wearing a white bodycon dress.

Olivia lost her balance and fell onto his lap. Michael's hand slid from her cheek down to her chest and thigh. He leaned close to her and inhaled. His face contorted into a lustful smile. "Mmm! You smell wonderful! A hot woman like you is so charming!"

Frightened, Olivia shuddered in resistance. She pushed Michael away violently and stood up trembling. Her eyes was filled with tears and panic. "I'm sorry, Mr. Roberts. I need to go back now. You wanted me to drink with you, and I did. You wanted a leg massage, and I complied. But now, I need to know how my daughter is. Please let me go see her!"

Olivia grabbed her purse and tried to flee, but Michael pulled her back forcefully by the arm. He then raised his hand and delivered a harsh slap across her face! This slap sent Olivia tumbling to the floor. A visible red mark quickly formed on her cheek.

"Bang!" Michael kicked over the coffee table, sending glasses and bottles crashing to the floor. Pointing at Olivia, he barked, "Olivia! You agreed to come here today. You're nothing more than a w***e! You should feel lucky that I'm even interested in you, and now you think you can run away?! Let me tell you. Unless you satisfy me today, don't even think about leaving this room!"

He bent down and gripped Olivia's chin harshly. Staring into her teary face, he grabbed her hair and screamed, "Let me tell you something. The entire hospital is under my control. With one word from me, your daughter dies! Think very carefully!"

"No, please don't! Mr. Roberts, please spare my daughter. She's just a child! A four-year child!" Olivia wept bitterly and begged for mercy. She felt utterly helpless and terrified. At the moment, she wished desperately for a man to come forward and rescue her.

Just then, hostess Amelia Robertson came over. Unable to watch any longer, she pulled Olivia to her feet and smiled at Michael. "Mr. Roberts, please calm down. Why don't you enjoy some drinks and chats first? I'll have a word with her."

In a soft tone, Amelia added, "These kinds of women just need a little... break-in. I'll talk her through it."

Michael snorted coldly and finally let Olivia go for the moment.

Amelia didn't truly intend to teach Olivia a lesson. She quickly helped her escape to the women's restroom. "Are you okay? Why did you provoke Michael? He's the heir to the Roberts family. He’s not someone we can afford to offend." Amelia found some antiseptic and cotton swabs and gently cleaned the wounds on Olivia's cheeks and lips. "Michael went too far with you. How could he treat you like this?"

Olivia's face was reflected in the mirror. She was tear-stained and devoid of hope. She suddenly grasped Amelia's hand, "Can you help me get out? My daughter is in the hospital. She's in critical condition. I need to go back!"

Amelia's eyes reddened as she hugged Olivia and patted her back gently, but she had no real solution. With a pained voice, she advised, "I'd like to help, but I can't do much. Messing with Michael is dangerous. If you run now, it will put both you and your daughter at risk. Maybe, you should just... sleep with Michael."

Olivia burst into tears. After a while, she dried her tears and met her own weary reflection in the mirror, seemingly making a resolute decision.

Reaching into her makeup bag, Olivia refreshed her makeup, then said, "Thanks for getting me out of there. I understand, but I have a favor to ask."

Amelia nodded, "Just tell me. I'll do whatever I can."

"Please go to the hospital and check on my daughter. She's Ruby Parker, in room six. If she asks where I went, tell her I'm at work. Tell her not to worry, and that I'll see her when I'm done." Olivia held Amelia's hands tightly and her eyes was pleading.

Amelia murmured an agreement and nodded firmly. She watched Olivia to walk back through that hellish corridor toward the room of torment. But then, steeling herself, Amelia caught Olivia's hand and said, "Wait! I'll get you out!"

"You'll be in trouble!" Olivia was pulled a few steps by Amelia before stopping. "No, no! Thank you, really. But this is my choice. I don't want to drag you or your family into this. If you really get me out of here, they'll retaliate against you!"

Fear flashed in Amelia's eyes, but she quickly shook her head, "But that place is hell! Those men are scum! There are no rules here. I've seen several girls being raped and then thrown out of the hotel naked, left to die on the streets! I don't want you to end up the same way!" Amelia cried out in desperation.

Olivia shook her head and wiped away her tears. "Maybe this is my fate." She had resigned herself. God had scripted her life this way.

"Olivia, where is your child's father? Why hasn't he shown up yet? How could he be so cruel?" Amelia was anxious. She deeply resented the man Olivia avoided mentioning, Ruby's father, the absent figure.

Olivia managed a wry smile and pulled Amelia's hand. "He probably doesn't even know he has a daughter. It's been five years. Perhaps he has forgotten me." 

Then, Olivia turned and faced the closed door of the room. Pushing it open meant stepping into hell, but she had no other choice.

She closed her beautiful eyes. Her long lashes trembled. Tears spilled out of her eyes"Jonathan, you know what? We have a daughter. Her name is Ruby. If you get the call, if you haven't forgotten me, please, please come back for Ruby."

"Jonathan, I'm sorry. I couldn't protect our daughter. Ruby, it's mom's fault..."

Olivia closed her eyes and gently touched the fruit knife hidden in her bag. Then, as if she had made up her mind about something.

She suddenly opened her eyes, pushed open the door, and walked in firmly.

Inside, a few devilish men were all gazing at Olivia, especially Michael. His gaze on her was akin to a predator eyeing its prey.

Michael beckoned and poured Olivia a glass of wine. "Olivia, you're finally here! Have a drink first!"

Olivia took the glass. Without hesitation, she drank it all in one go.

"Sit next to me!" Michael reached out his left hand and pulled Olivia to sit beside him. He watched Olivia's seductive figure and the wine trickling down her pale neck and laughed lewdly. He licked his lips and stretched out his right hand to touch Olivia's bare thigh under her white dress.

But the next moment, Olivia pulled a fruit knife from her bag and stabbed fiercely at Michael, shouting angrily, "I want you to pay for my daughter's life!"