Go to rescue someone

When Jason saw that Lorneauxs had not been involved in the matter, he paused for a few seconds, then rallied himself.

"Get up." Jason forcefully pulled the bewildered Claire to her feet, confidently dragging her towards the elevator.

Anyway, she was just a stepsister. Lorneaux's actions were entirely reasonable. If it were him, he wouldn't bother with a suddenly emerged sister either.

"No, don't..." Although Claire felt a bit dizzy, she hadn't completely lost her senses. She immediately struggled, "Don't touch me, let go of me."

Regardless of the resistance and the strong struggling sounds behind him, Lorneaux seemed to hear nothing, striding forward resolutely without looking back.

As they entered the private lounge, Lorneaux caught a glimpse of Claire being dragged into the elevator by Jason in the corridor, but his figure entering the room did not pause for a moment.

After all, there was a gap in strength between men and women, not to mention Claire being drugged. Along the way, she struggled until her strength was nearly depleted, being dragged into the room by Jason and thrown onto the bed.

On the other side...

Seated, Lorneaux lifted a glass of red wine, shaking it absentmindedly, appearing somewhat preoccupied.

After taking a sip of the wine, sitting for less than a minute, he suddenly got up and left.

"Lorneaux, where are you going?" Quentin wondered. He had just arrived, and now Lorneaux was leaving.

"The bathroom." Lorneaux didn't even glance back.

Quentin glanced inadvertently at the restroom in the private lounge, then at Lorneaux's departing figure, growing more puzzled but refraining from further inquiry.

After leaving the private lounge, Lorneauxs immediately called someone to inquire about the room number Jason had booked. Before the elevator arrived, he received a reply.

Lorneauxs went up to the top floor and stood in front of the room. He didn't rush to go in. Those perpetually cold black eyes seemed to betray a hint of hesitation.

He had no reason to get involved with this girl.

But even though the door was soundproof, he could imagine what was happening inside.

Thinking of the quiet and pure girl on the other side of the door, pressed on Jason's bed...

As this thought crossed his mind, Lorneauxs' brow slightly furrowed, and his pitch-black eyes chilled sharply.

The next moment, his long legs suddenly lifted, kicking with force.

With a thunderous noise, the seemingly sturdy door was kicked open by him.

The tremendous unfriendly sound frightened Jason. He quickly climbed down from Claire and turned around to prepare for a heated exchange. But when he saw Lorneauxs entering with a stern face, he was scared to the point of trembling, his legs nearly giving way.

Lorneauxs exuded an extremely cold and intimidating aura. He strode into the room like a storm, his icy gaze sweeping across the entire space, completely ignoring Jason standing by the bed.

Claire lay on the bed. Her little skirt was nowhere to be seen, and her seaweed-like long hair scattered on the deep blue sheets. The stark contrast between the black hair and fair skin lightly tapped against his robust heart.

The potency of these drugs was overwhelming. Claire's body was now flushed, powerless. Her gaze had become blurry, unable to see clearly. But her delicate arms still clung tightly to her chest.

The petite girl lay weakly on the spacious bed.

Unconsciously, Lorneauxs recalled the first meeting earlier in the day when she obediently called him brother, bringing a hint of surprise.

Now, looking at Claire, unconscious and at the mercy of others, wearing only underwear on the bed... Lorneauxs' cold eyes inexplicably ignited with anger.

"Lorneauxs..." The moment he walked in, Jason knew he was in trouble. Seeing Lorneauxs' icy gaze finally turn towards him, he hurriedly began to explain. But before he could speak, Lorneauxs' fist swung out forcefully, landing a punch on his side.

Judging from Lorneauxs' killing intent and the ruthless precision of his punches, he was evidently an experienced and skilled boxer.

In the current situation, even ten Jasons would not be enough to challenge him.

Amid Jason's helpless screams, each of Lorneauxs' punches and kicks carried boundless anger.

If he was still contemplating whether to save Claire or kick down the door, witnessing Claire almost stripped naked unleashed his murderous intent. He was more inclined to castrate Jason.

In the room, Jason's pitiful screams were incessant. The excessively painful cries were chilling, frightening Claire into some degree of sobriety.

Lorneauxs swiftly engaged in the fight for just a minute...

Jason, who attempted to violate Claire, was then thrown to the ground, his face covered in blood.

His two legs felt as if they had been ruthlessly sawed off by an iron saw, the pain shattering into a myriad of fragments, tearing at his flesh, reaching the bones.

Looking at his twisted and contorted legs gave the illusion of partial paralysis.

Claire tilted her head, staring at Jason on the ground, not even having the strength to groan. Her small head seemed a bit dazed.

As her blurred eyes absentmindedly turned towards Lorneauxs, his hair-raisingly brutal aura brought more clarity to her mind.

"Brother," Claire barely made out Lorneauxs' facial features in her blurry vision. She widened her eyes, looking at him in disbelief.

How could he be here? Wasn't he the one who disdainfully pushed her away and left?

Lorneauxs' cold eyes sharply focused on Claire.

The next moment, he walked over to her, took off his suit jacket, and wrapped it around her. He extended his slender arm, lifting her up.

Suddenly, she found herself immersed in a embrace full of masculine charm, listening to the powerful and resolute heartbeat from Lorneauxs' chest, over and over again, as if enticing her. Unconsciously, a blush spread across Claire's cheeks.

Clutching her small hands tightly, Claire closed her eyes in pain, making an effort to endure, so as not to lose control and grasp Lorneauxs' neck.

He was her stepfather's son, her big brother; she couldn't cross that line.

Expressionless, Lorneauxs carried Claire to his exclusive suite at the Empire Club, ruthlessly throwing her onto the bed with no gentleness in his movements.

As Claire's body bounced on the bed, the coat wrapped around her instantly unraveled, revealing a captivating sight.

Thrown onto the bed so roughly, Claire felt even more uncomfortable, unable to conceal the soft moans escaping her lips, "Mmm."

It was too hot, too unbearable.

Lennnox stood by the bedside, listening to her emit a captivating and delicate moan. His cold gaze instantly grew even more icy.

Under the illumination of the incandescent light, she appeared fair and alluring. Her slender legs were intertwined, restlessly rubbing against each other, creating an unbearable scene.

The profound intensity in his eyes and the dryness in his mouth and throat were consequences of this captivating sight.

"Damn it," Lennnox impatiently undid two shirt buttons, suddenly leaning over Claire and propping himself up. He pinched her delicate chin, saying, "Do you want me to find you a man, or should I just toss you to..."

 

Lennnox's masculine aura pervaded the air, and that intense male presence seemed to be Claire's last straw, plunging her into an uncontrollable state.

In this moment, she lost all reason, her small hands involuntarily wrapping around Lennnox's neck. Her cherry-pink lips descended without hesitation onto his sensuous, thin lips.

Her lips were scorching, as if capable of scalding him, passionate yet tinged with a hint of innocence. They roamed irregularly across his body, throwing him into a sensory confusion. The soft moans emanating from her delicate mouth only intensified the roiling of his blood, rendering his cold gaze as profound and impenetrable as an ancient well.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Lennnox didn't push her away. Instead, he squinted his icy eyes, the cold gaze fixed on her.