The Wrong Woman

Used to the safety in Norvania, Candice never imagined that in broad daylight, criminals could boldly storm into a hotel and
abduct someone.
She was thrown into a car with her hands and feet bound, eyes blindfolded, and mouth gagged. She curled up in a corner of the
car. She was terrified, shivering uncontrollably.
The foreigners in the car laughed heartily, speaking in their native language filled with filthy words.
"This woman is really beautiful."
"Not only did we get the money, we also got a pretty girl to play with. Guys, this is a great deal!"
"Look at that body, that face. She's a real prize, isn't she?"
"Let's have some fun with her later."
Hearing these vile conversations, Candice was terrified and helpless.
From their words, it was clear they were hired to kidnap and violate her.
She felt very disgusted, making her want to vomit.
Half an hour later, Candice felt herself being dragged out of the car.
After being carried into a room, she was tossed onto a soft bed.
She whimpered as she tried to speak. When she was struggling to escape, the lewd men laughed. The more she struggled, the
more they laughed.
Suddenly, the ropes binding her hands and feet were untied. She was spread out and tied again. Each of her limbs was tied to
the four corners of the bed.
She fought with all her strength, but the ropes cut into her wrists and ankles, causing her pain.
The men laughed excitedly while she wept.
What was waiting for her was hell.

Just as she was about to despair, there came a loud bang.
Candice recognized the sound. It was a gunshot.
Soon, the door was kicked open and a flurry of gunshots followed.
There were at least a dozen shots fired.
Although Candice froze in terror, she was still holding a glimmer of hope.
Did the hotel staff call the police? Did the police find her?
"Ms. Candice, it's over." It was Sean's voice.
Then, the blindfold and the gag was removed.
Her face was pale and tear-streaked, feeling limp and weak.
As she breathed heavily, she glanced at Sean. When she raised her head, she saw Elio holding a gun.
His tall and commanding presence was clad in a dark gray suit. His face was handsome, stern, and cold. His short hair and
hawk-like eyes glinted with a bloodthirsty menace, making him look very terrifying and powerful.
All the men lying on the ground were all shot.
When Elio looked down at the men coldly, he saw one of them twitch slightly.
Seeing he wasn't dead, he fired another shot, and another loud bang followed.
Candice was stunned in shock.
Daniel and Nathan were soldiers, so she had seen them in training.
Although she had seen them shooting, this was the first time she had witnessed a killing.
She was so afraid that tears streamed down her face.
Elio exuded an innate kingly demeanor. He looked like he was out of his mind, eliciting fear from others.

Sean noticed Candice's terror, so he quickly reassured her. "Ms. Candice, don't be afraid. In this country, as long as they're
committing crimes, we as victims have the right to shoot them. This is what we call self-defense."
Candice gulped nervously. As she nodded, a shiver was sent down her spine.
Elio's expression was terrifyingly grim.After handing the gun to Sean,he looked at Candice. His gaz was filled with worry and
regret.
As he walked toward Candice, he took off his suit jacket. Kneeling beside her, he draped the jacket over her.