A rise in the temperature, the whole body seemed to be lighten by flame.

Bane Reed staggered to open the room306 and swiftly fell into the bed.

Although the alcohol had almost paralysed her brain, there was still one thought in her mind that could not be taken away by those men.

At that moment there was a heavy breathing responding in the dark room.

"Get out of here!"

Bane Reed was losing her mind when she heard the footsteps outside. 'Don't! Don't take me away, I can't go out. '

Bane Reed knew exactly what would happen to her when she was taken away by the hooligans.

She rushed at the man, holding on tightly to his clothes, saying, "Help me, please. I need you to call the police."

"Let go!"

"No, please."

"Get out of here!"

There was a trace of anger in the man's voice.

The wisp of reason in Bane's mind was going to be gone. All she knew was that she would not let go of the man's clothes.

There was a mixed look on the man's face as he listened to the approaching footsteps outside.

The men had been chasing him, and had done such wicked things as drugging him.

He was on the point of losing his mind, and this woman had to come to him at this very moment.

'It's not my fault, but don't regret it!

Bane had no idea what was going to happen next. Her only conscious moment was to grab the man in front of her, until a sharp pain from behind woke her up a bit.

Bane pushed her capers frantically, to no avail, her voice so hoarse that she could not make a sound.

The man swore under his breath, obviously not expecting the woman to be a stranger.

"I'm sorry, I'll be responsible for you."

Bane's tears flowed uncontrollably and she shook her head. Her eyes were so blurred with tears that she could not see the man's face.

Only hazy to see, that person's neck under a black tattoo.

As the hours dragged on, Bert Ron came to his senses slowly. He glanced at the woman next to him, and a faint trace of pity came to his eyes.

He had always had an aversion to women, and intimacy was almost impossible.

But this woman was different, and he knew the drug was only part of the reason.

The most important thing was that this woman was too much for his taste, just the scar on her chest could make him crazy.

At this moment, there was a rhythmic knock on the door.

Bert got straight out of bed, put on his clothes quickly, and opened the door.

"Boss, our people have come, let's seize the time to leave, pestering people are still here!"

Bert looked back at the woman lying on the bed, curled up like a fragile fledgling bird.

His voice became tender and he said, "You send a guard over here right now. Don't let this man leave here, and don't let anyone get in!"

"Yes, I'll do it right away!"

This night of pestering let him not have time to warm, this was the first time for this woman, but because of him and hurt.

Bert still wanted to see what the woman looked like, but he did not want to wake her, and his men pressed him so hard that he had to leave quickly.

Before he left, Bert looked round at Bane, and just in time saw the number that had fallen out of her dress. He picked it up.

"No. 110, the Flower Community."

"Wait for me," whispered Bert.

Not long after he left, Bane's eyes opened wide with horror.

Thirty minutes later Bert's men passed by, but the woman in the room was long gone, and only the white sheets were still tinged with bright red.

Bane dragged her weary body home. When she opened the door, there was a noise inside.

"Mother, don't take me, don't, whoo-hoo..."

"Don't cry, Mother will help you."

Betsy Reed was in continual tears, and her face was confused and frightened.

Bane lifted her head and met the eyes of her stepmother, Rosa Davis, a look of surprise that was momentarily replaced by malice.

Rosa immediately turned her eyes to her precious daughter Betsy and said, "Look, this culprit is not here. Why cry?"

Bane was still trying to understand what they were saying when she was slapped in the face and fell unsteadily to the ground.

"Have you the nerve to come back? You not only hit someone with your car, but you run? We don't have a Reed daughter like you! Call the police!"

Bane's face was instantly shocked. "What are you talking about?"

"Betsy, why are you still standing there? Call the police! Let the police arrest her at once! '

Betsy Reed was quick to react, and her face was filled with surprise. She wiped the tears from her face and said, "Sis, how could you drink and drive? You've run over a man and killed him. Give yourself up."

Bane dimly comprehended. "What are you talking about?" she cried frantically. Why would I turn myself in? I didn't hit anyone!"

It wasn't until the police arrived that Bane fully understood what the men were up to. She shouted, "No, don't arrest me! I didn't hit the man, I didn't hit him!"

Rosa forward a station, looking at Bane, tone inside mixed with helpless tunnel: "Bane, I know you are still young and not sensible, but your own mistakes will bear, escape is useless."

Because she was with her back to the police, she gave Bane a vicious look that seemed to kill him.

Quietly she pinched Bane's arm until the pain prevented her from speaking.

One was his own daughter, one was a stepdaughter, Rosa was naturally the choice of her own daughter, for stepdaughter that was no love at all.

Bane was in a panic. She frantically tried to explain to the police that she had not caused the accident, but when they asked her where she had been the night before, she could not explain.

She could not begin to explain what had happened last night! She didn't want to tear open her bloody wound!

Bane suddenly remembered that the reason she had been assaulted the night before was that she had accidentally drunk a glass of wine and then was taken away by two men.

And Betsy Reed was the one who gave her the drink!

Bane suddenly woke up and started to question, but Rosa interrupted him. "Well, why didn't you come home last night? I had a heart attack last night and Betsy took care of me all night."

"Bane, mother doesn't expect you to do anything, but you're breaking the law, and you're reek of alcohol. How can you deny it? You really let Mother down!"