Chapter 142

Hector laughed. "Feeling weak?"

Yasmin's expression shifted as she said, "Did you drug me?"

It indeed felt like she had been drugged.

"I like it when women are dazed and confused in those moments. It's more fun," Hector said with a twisted smile.

Yasmin's heart tightened.

She tried to run but Hector pulled her into his arms.

Then, he sneered and pulled out his belt.

Yasmin felt disgusted.

She grabbed a wine bottle from the table and smashed it over Hector's head.

Then, Hector passed out without even making a sound.

Using the last of her strength, Yasmin called the police.

When the officers arrived, Yasmin weakly huddled in a corner while Hector lay amidst a pool of wine.

He had a big gash on his head that was bleeding profusely.

...

It was 11 pm and Yasmin still hadn't returned home.

Blake was waiting for her in the yard, and his face grew darker and darker as time passed.

Eventually, he gave Yasmin a call, but the call went unanswered.

Blake frowned and called Ma