Chapter 5 Don't enter without permission...

Author's point of view...

As they were left in the room alone, that middle-aged man couldn't wait any longer, he trailed his fingers on Izzy's fair body. She flinched when his creepy hands touched her shoulder.

She immediately jolted away and picked up the bottle of wine on the table.

The man frowned. She knew that she couldn't act recklessly because, with her little frame, she was not a match for him.

She took the glass and poured the wine into it. Offering the glass of wine to him, she said seductively,

"Why don't we drink first, Mr Cameron"

The man was very pleased and looked at her with a lustful gaze. He took another glass and offered her a drink as well.

"Why don't you drink along, darling?"

Izzy's smile was stiff as she endured the disgust and took the wine but she knew drinking this wine was an invitation to problems. She brought the wine to her mouth and at the last moment took the wine away. That man gulped down the wine in one go.

As Mr Cameron approached her, she instantly moved away,

"Sorry, I need to go to the washroom."

Izzy did not wait for him to respond and quickly got up and walked towards the door.

He noticed that she wanted to escape and grabbed her hand and yanked her back to himself.

Izzy struggled as he pinned her on the couch.

"Want to escape..chick...!" he pressed his lips against her neck, "In your dreams..."

Izzy couldn't think straight.

What should I do...! What should I do...!?? She muttered to herself as tears welled up in her eyes. That man was so heavy and domineering that she tried hard to push him away but that man didn't budge.

Will her struggle end here?

What her plans were, and where she was having trouble?

Everything was ruined...! Every hope was gone. She couldn't save herself let alone save her brothers. It was all a trap, from the beginning.

How could she be so foolish??

Right at the moment when she was ready to give up on herself, her hand accidentally touched something hard on the table.

The wine bottle. At that time she could only think about escaping this hell, nothing more. Just in a blink of an eye, she picked up the bottle and with a loud thud, hit it on that baldy's bare head.

As the man fell from above her, blood spurted down his forehead and quickly gathered on the ground, causing him to cry out in agony.

Izzy saw her opportunity to go and sprinted to the door, attempting to use his VIP card to unlock it.

The man held his wound and chased after her. His bodyguards were standing outside the room and he commanded them to get the girl.

"Chase her! Get the bitch" he shouted in a painful trembling voice,

"Get her no matter dead or alive"

Izzy could barely run more than a few feet before the well-built bodyguards caught up with her.

Panic swept through her as she glanced left and right.

Where should I go...!

She was trembling with fear and her hands and legs seemed to get paralysed because of shock. She just hit someone, and if he caught her, he would undoubtedly make her pay for her actions.

Unable to find another option, she dashed towards the VIP elevator and climbed inside. She pressed the button randomly for the topmost floor and waited for the door to close.

Although she assumed that the guards would not catch up, they sprinted in her direction as soon as they noticed her getting into the VIP elevator.

Shit...! Hell no...!

But just as they were about to reach out, the door of the elevator closed saving her some breath. Heaving a breath of relief, she stared at the button she pressed randomly.

Based on Rose's description of the place, she knows nothing beyond the sixth floor.

About the topmost floor, Rose said particularly that no one is allowed to go there. She did not know what was waiting for her on the topmost floor. But she literally doesn't have any other way out.

The elevator door opened with a click soon after, and she slipped out of it in a hurry. In front of her was another completely different world that she had never seen before. If the fourth place where she was before could be called the palace, this place must be called the heaven itself.

Superior silk carpets lined the hallway, and several magnificent artworks adorned the walls.

There were just a few golden doors in that dimly illuminated hallway, each door had a caution written on it.

"Don't enter without permission"

These were the VIP private suits of this bar where no one dared to enter without permission.

She surveyed her surroundings before hurriedly going through the one open door in front of her.

Luckily, there was low lighting in the room, and plenty of ladies were already dancing to the music and offering beverages to the guests. In that room, there seemed to be a party going on. Izzy was at a loss for what to do next, her only thought was to blend in with the crowd.

All of the ladies were dressed very sexily. Keeping out of sight, Izzy made her way to the room bar in the corner.

Reaching over to a man's side, who was leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed. She poured wine with her trembling hands, for the one reclining on the sofa after grabbing a random bottle of champagne.

She thought that the man was calm and might not notice her presence and she could hide herself there.

But when Izzy lifted her gaze to look at him, a cold shiver ran down her spine. That man was hiding his face behind a black mask, so she was unable to see his face.

Despite wearing the mask, it didn't reduce his charm. He looked like one of the most handsome imaginary characters from a beautiful painting. But she could still feel a dark and murderous aura around him.

Though she didn't know who he was, Izzy was sure by one glance that this man was not someone to mess with.

That man was none other than Robert, Robert Erickson, the CEO of Erickson Groups as well as the most dangerous Mafia lord, The Black Panther himself.

They had just cracked a deal and right after the meeting, his people wanted to celebrate. The party had just begun.

As Robert was never interested in such parties, he wanted to leave but his men begged him to stay and he annoyingly sat on the sofa to grab a drink. When Izzy rushed over to his side, Robert cast his cold gaze down to the girl who was lying at his feet.

It wasn't a new thing, it happened wherever he went, women starved to throw themselves on him and struggle to get his attention.

He thought Izzy was the same. Behaving hideously and mysteriously to grab his attention.

Despicable...! He thought in his mind.

But as he gave her another look, he saw she was quite different from others.

Though a little girl, her back was beautiful, and she had made a big effort to dress up sexily. Her full breasts were visible to him from his angle. She didn't need to do anything.

She was already the most stunning person in the room just by bending over on her knees. Though she looked so unique and attractive, Robert closed his eyes not to give the girl the slightest attention.

After all, girls were never his things...!

Abruptly, a loud noise disturbed them all. Several guys burst through the door. A man jerked up on his legs and ran towards them.

"What the hell are you guys doing here? Do you even know whose room is this?"

That was the floor manager and the one in charge of the VIP private suits, he snapped in terror. He wasn't afraid of those brats who entered just now, but his blood dried as he thought about what his distinguished guest would do to him for this disturbance.

"We're looking for someone!"

Rolling his eyeballs all around, the leader of the bodyguards muttered.

Izzy froze when pouring the wine. With all the power she possessed, she buried her head, minimizing her own presence.

Robert glared at the men without any emotion. His glare was enough to make someone die a hundred times and the manager and Robert's other men were already shivering from head to toe. He just waved his finger and Mike instantly understood what he meant.

"Throw them out.", Mike commanded to his men.

Izzy took a breath of relief. But before she could believe she was secure, a chilly voice filled the space.

"Wait..."

Izzy's heart skipped a beat as she gently raised her head to look at the person who had spoken in such a chilly tone. Under the mask, she saw two deep brown eyes looking at her.

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