After waiting for what felt like forever, Quinn was still clueless about how her actions had be the talk of the town. Meanwhile, the man received a hefty payment of a million and a half bucks from ra, right on his phone. Finally, freedom was in his grasp.


    He turned to Quinn, who was utterly bewildered, and couldn''t help but smirk. "Oh, Quinn, you thought you had it all figured out, but someone outsmarted you."


    Quinn was starting to panic. The Bradfords were nowhere to be seen, and she felt her confidence slipping. "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice shaky.


    The guy had been itching to get back at her for years. He''d swallowed his pride one too many times because of her. Now, with money in hand and a ticket out of town, he wasn''t going to miss his chance to put her in her ce.


    In a fit of rage, he began tearing at her clothes.


    Quinn was caught off guard. "What are you doing?! Do you even know who I am?! You better stop right now, or you''ll regret it for the rest of your life!"


    "You bitch," he snarled, "when you took my ear from me, I swore I''d get my revenge."


    Quinn tried to scream, but he pped her repeatedly until her face was swollen. He unleashed his fury, leaving her dazed and unable to wrap her head around the situation.


    She begged for mercy, but he wasn''t listening, just kept on thrusting.


    Quinn''s eyes were bloodshot, filled with rage. When her family arrived, she''d make sure this man paid, make sure he met his end! However, after hours of torment, they still hadn''t shown up.


    Feeling satisfied, he tied her up and dumped her in an alley. "She''s all yours, have at it!" heughed as he walked away.


    Hastily, he booked the first flight out, eager to escape the country. It''s often said that it''s better to have a gentleman as an enemy than a scumbag. Scumbags are vindictive and strike back with the dirtiest tricks.


    Quinn had never felt such fear; she was utterly powerless. It wasn''t supposed to be like this. The n was for ra to be the one humiliated.


    A few homeless people were loitering in the alley. Spotting Quinn lying there, they exchanged nces.


    "Get lost! Stay away from me! You aren''t fit toy a finger on me! When I get back, I''ll make sure you''re all finished!"


    Even now, she couldn''t bring herself to back down. Years of crushing others had be second nature to her.


    Quinn was sobbing when she noticed a tall man stop nearby. His build was impressive, and even with a silver mask, he exuded authority. Her eyes brightened as she reached out. "Help me, please."


    The beggars were spooked by the man''s presence and froze. But he merely lit a cigarette, his gaze indifferent, as if he hadn''t seen a thing.


    Realizing he wouldn''t step in, the vagrants resumed their approach. In the dim alley, the grim reality continued to y out.


    Quinn watched him turn a blind eye, her chest heaving violently before she coughed up blood. Was she hearing things, or did he coldly mutter, "What makes you think you deserve my help?"


    Her mind was a whirlwind, her overwhelming hatred threatening to consume her. Rage, despair, and an even deeper loathing twisted inside her. Everything was ra''s fault, and she would never let ra off the hook. As long as she breathed, ra would pay!