?Chapter 154:


    The coffee shop was no ordinary venue; it was the talk of Wist Land for its bold approach to entertainment. Unlike traditional coffee shops, it boasted private rooms where patrons indulged in personalized service from waitresses. Each floor was a yground of sorts, featuring billiards and table tennis, where lively interactions between guests and staff were the norm.


    Upon telling the staff Arthur’s name, Eileen was led to the top floor, a realm of luxury and indulgence. A sprawling swimming pool took center stage. In the midst of the pool’s shimmering waters, a bevy of women d in swimsuits frolicked carelessly, theirughter mingling with the sshes of water. Among them, Arthur’s presence stood out, indulging in thepany of the women around him.


    Eileen observed the scene with a stoic facade, concealing her inner repulsion as she scanned the surroundings. It didn’t take long for her to spot Milford, tied up in a corner by two imposing figures. His bruised visage and muffled cries for help tugged at her heartstrings.


    As Arthur caught sight of Eileen, he casually released the woman in his arms, opting to lounge on the pool’s edge instead. His predatory gaze and suggestive whistle aimed squarely at Eileen drew the scornful res of the women around him, who regarded Eileen with contempt.


    “Why is she dressed like that?”


    “Look at her, acting so innocent being here.”


    “Arthur, is she really your type?”


    Arthur’s smirk grew broader at the malicious chatter. He waved off theirments with a casual shrug. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous. She’s a teacher,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.


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    “Release Milford,” Eileen demanded, her voice cold. She wanted to shield Milford from the unsavory scene. The boy was only fifteen, after all.


    Arching an eyebrow, Arthur’s gaze flickered to Milford as he chuckled. “Seems like he led you straight to me. But don’t think your presence here would change anything for him.” Hearing that, Milford’s struggles intensified, earning him a harsh p from one of the guards.


    Eileen’s eyes sparked with fury at the sight. “Arthur, are you still a man? He’s just a boy, barely fifteen! How could youy a hand on him?”


    “You’ll learn whether I am still a man after you spend the night with me,” Arthur retorted with a smirk, his words drawingughter from the women around him in the pool.


    Eileen had dealt with men like Arthur in the past when she had been working for Bryan, but they always tempered their behavior in Bryan’s presence. Facing such brazen audacity alone was a first for Eileen, and she instantly regretted not bringing backup.


    Arthur’s demeanor sent a chill down her spine as she pondered how to safely navigate this encounter. Her expression darkened while Arthur’s grin only widened.


    “I’m not one for serious business talks. There’s a swimsuit over there. Change into it, and let’s discuss matters then,” Arthur suggested, his tone dripping with insinuation.


    Eileen remained unruffled, keenly aware of Arthur’s ulterior motives. “I’m not one for public spectacles, not with an audience, especially not in front of my student,” she stated firmly, her gaze flickering toward Milford. “Release Milford and clear the room. Then, we can discuss matters further.”


    “Do you take me for a fool?” Arthur retorted, arching an eyebrow challengingly. Without uttering a word, Eileen strode purposefully toward a nearby window. She flung it open, perched herself on the sill, and fixed a steely gaze on Arthur. “Either youply with my demands, or you’ll have to deal with my corpse,” she dered, her voice firm and unwavering.


    Eileen wagered that, despite Arthur’s depraved nature, he wouldn’t risk the consequences of escting the situation. The smile vanished from Arthur’s face, reced by a somber stare as he regarded Eileen. Perched on the windowsill, her hair tousled by the wind, Eileen appeared resolute, as if she were ready to leap at any moment. Her seriousness was palpable.


    Milford ceased his struggles, his gaze on Eileen, his eyes suddenly brimming with tears. The tension in the room mounted, the silence thickening with each passing moment. Finally, Arthur relented, his expression darkening. “Everyone, leave,” he said begrudgingly.


    The women dispersed with sshes resonating across the room as they hastily departed. Following their lead, the two bodyguards also made their exit, leaving Milford still tied up on the floor, immobile. Eileen swiftly moved, approached Milford, and removed the gag from his mouth. With practiced hands, she untied the ropes binding his hands and feet.


    “Are you alright? Can you walk?” Eileen inquired with concern, her eyes scanning Milford for any signs of injury. “Take a taxi home. Do you have any money?”


    “I’m not leaving,” Milford replied firmly, his voice resolute despite the bruises marring his face. “Why did youe here?”


    Eileen helped him to his feet and said, “You need to leave right now. Staying here will only bring you trouble.”


    “Bying here, you’re asking for trouble!” Milford retorted, his tone a mixture of frustration and defiance. “Do you have any idea how many punches I’ve taken? It’s all for nothing now because you’vee here!”


    It was evident from his words that Arthur had wanted to let Milford call Eileen. Milford had refused and gotten a beating because of that. That was why Arthur had called Eileen himself.


    “If you leave now, the punches you suffered won’t be in vain,” Eileen urged, her voice tinged with urgency as she nced at Arthur, who was approaching in a bathrobe. She gently pushed Milford’s arm, her eyes darting toward the door. “If we both stay, who is going to call for help? Arthur’s men are all outside. We can’t get out of here on our own,” she said.


    Arthur overheard her words and sneered, his voice dripping with contempt. “Eileen, you think you’re clever, but you forget that no one dares to cause me trouble in Wist Land. Milford, whates next isn’t something you should witness. Get out!”


    Fueled by adrenaline and defiance, Milford turned and tried to confront Arthur. “You cane at me! Kill me if you dare!” Eileen reached out to restrain Milford, but her grip was feeble. She stumbled, falling into the pool with a ssh.


    The water soaked Eileen’s T-shirt, entuating her curves. Her long, dark hair drifted in the water, adding a surreal touch to the scene. Despite the pool’sfortable temperature, Arthur’s predatory stare sent a chill down Eileen’s spine. Thankfully, the pool wasn’t deep, and Milford swiftly pulled Eileen out. He then draped his jacket over her shoulders.


    “You’ll catch a cold if you stay wet. I can get you to somece warm,” Arthur said, intervening and shoving Milford aside. His hands eagerly grasped Eileen’s wrist, his touch invasive and unsettling.


    “Fuck off!” Milford reacted swiftly, delivering a powerful kick that sent Arthur tumbling into the pool.


    Before Eileen could fully process the situation, Milford grabbed her wrist and pulled her along as they made a desperate dash for the exit. “Run!” Milford said, his voice filled with urgency.


    “Stop them!” Arthur screamed.


    Eileen and Milford were quickly stopped by two burly men. The men blocked their path. “Run as fast as you can and don’t look back!” Eileen urged Milford, pushing him in another direction as they tried to navigate through the chaos.


    However, their efforts were in vain as more bodyguards appeared, blocking every possible escape route. Meanwhile, Arthur approached Milford with fury in his eyes. With a grimace, he delivered a punishing kick to Milford’s leg. “How dare you kick me!” he eximed. Then, he ordered his men, “Teach him a lesson!”


    Milford was then overwhelmed by the onught of blows from the bodyguards. Eileen wanted to help, but she knew she couldn’t match the physical strength of the men. “I’ll offer you a deal. I’ll let the boy go if you sleep with me.” With Arthur’s patience wearing thin, he issued a stern ultimatum, his hand instinctively reaching to soothe the spot where Milford’s kick hadnded.


    “Just let him go!” Eileen’s response was swift and unwavering. “But whether I will sleep with you dependspletely on your ability.”


    She stood her ground, ready to face whatever challenge Arthur threw her way. The flicker of interest in Arthur’s eyes hinted at his appreciation for her resilience. “I’m not one to back down from a challenge,” he said. Then, he turned to his bodyguards. “Get Milford out of here!”


    Arthur’s bodyguards quickly moved toply, dragging Milford away. Eileen knew the odds were stacked against her. She was now faced with a harrowing decision: endure Arthur’s advances or leap out of the window to die. Her breath quivered, and her heart pounded in her chest. With a steely resolve, she backed away from Arthur.


    “We’re all adults here. What’s wrong with a little fun?” Arthur approached Eileen. “Let me show you what real pleasure is.” Arthur took off his bathrobe and lunged at Eileen.


    Refusing to submit, Eileen attempted to flee, but Arthur seized her by the hair, yanking her back and throwing her to the floor with brutal force. The impact left Eileen reeling in pain. Arthur eagerly tried to take off her T-shirt. Eileen struggled and resisted, and her shirt was askew, revealing her slender waist and corbone. This only pushed Arthur’s excitement further as he leaned in to kiss her.


    Suddenly, a tumultuous uproar erupted outside the door, making Arthur pause. “Damn it! What’s going on? Who dares to cause trouble for me?” he muttered. He nced from Eileen’s frightened eyes to the door, hesitating for a moment before resuming his assault. “I’ve got men stationed outside. Anyone trying to intervene will face dire consequences. Now, let’s get back to business!”


    His movements grew more forceful. But just as he was about to tear Eileen’s shirt, the door swung open.


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