Echoes Of a Forsaken Heart

Chapter 226 Natalia finally exhaled a sigh of relief as she entered the restroom.

Hamilton was a man she knew all too well.

If he truly aimed to charm a woman, there was hardly anyone who could resist.

She clenched her fingers tightly, a bitter sweetness flashing in her eyes.

Yet, she couldn't quite muster the courage anymore.

Silently observing her reflection in the mirror, perhaps due to the wine, her cheeks were flushed with red. Her body felt waves of heat.

She splashed her face with cold water, calming her emotions before turning to leave.

However, just as she reached the door, someone suddenly covered her mouth and nose from behind.

Natalia struggled fiercely for a moment before losing consciousness.

The person, seeing her pass out, pulled out a hat and draped a large, baggy dress over her.

As the restroom door swung open, the person carried her outside.

"You should've listened toand not drunk so much." A waiter, noticing the scene, hurried over to assist.

"There's a lounge upstairs. Would you need to rest there?" The person chuckled, "No need, I've booked a room upstairs for her." The waiter quickly nodded, "There's an elevator directly to the upstairs here; letpress it for you." After pressing the elevator button in the corner, the person carried Natalia inside.

As the elevator doors closed, they cut off Hamilton's gaze, which had just turned their way.

"Mr. Fowler?" Seeing him distracted, someone couldn't help but call out.

Hamilton turned back with a smile, "Ah, I've got something to take care of. Let's catch up another time." The other person, feeling somewhat disappointed since his social standing hardly afforded him chances to chat with Hamilton, could nonetheless tell that Hamilton was somewhat preoccupied. "Then Mr. Fowler, please go ahead." Hamilton nodded and made his way towards the restroom.

Natalia had been inside for quite stnow.

He glanced at a nearby waiter, "Could you check if Ms. Jenkins has run into any trouble inside?" The waiter promptly responded.

"Of course, just a moment." Not long after, the waiter returned.

"Ms. Jenkins isn't in there." Hamilton's expression darkened instantly.

"Are you sure?" The waiter nodded, "Yes, I've checked thoroughly. I even knocked on each stall, but Ms. Jenkins wasn't there." Hamilton immediately dialed Natalia's number, but it went straight to voicemail.

His face turned grim in an instant.

Upstairs.

Natalia was brought to a room door.

As the door opened, Victor Henkel stood in the doorway with a grin.

"That's enough, you can leave. I don't need you anymore." The woman who had brought Natalia up snorted, "Mr. Henkel sure gets bored easily. Am I really worse than her?" Victor scoffed, "What right do you have to compare yourself to her!" After closing the door, Victor's gaze finally settled on Natalia's face.

Her fair cheeks, now under the drug's influence, were blushing a faint red.

Victor's eyes were filled with greed.

This woman had been on his mind for too long.

Sometimes, the thought of her was painfully arousing.

"Natalia, I've said it before; everything you owe me, I'll take back from you!" Natalia began to struggle restlessly.

It was as if she instinctively sensed danger, or perhaps it was the drug tormenting her.

She subconsciously tried to press closer to the person beside her.

"I'm so hot, I feel awful Hamilton" Hearing the nHamilton, Victor's face soured.

After a moment, he sneered.

"Natalia, there's no Hamilton here, only me, Victor." With that, he reached out towards Natalia's face.

But suddenly, Natalia started to resist.

The drug's effect seemed to wear off.

She struggled to open her eyes.

Victor's looming face appeared before her.

Natalia's pupils dilated in shock.

"Victor! Get lost!" She tried to break free, but couldn't muster any strength.

Victor laughed menacingly.

"Me, leave? And who would please you then? Natalia, don't worry, my skills are no less than Hamilton's!" With those words, Victor lifted Natalia and threw her onto the bed.

Natalia struggled to get up and escape, but he caught her ankle and pulled her back.

Then, he grabbed a belt and lashed it across Natalia.

"Bitch! Thinking of running away?" Tears welled up in Natalia's eyes.

"Victor, if Hamilton finds out, he won't let you off!" Victor laughed, "Even if he knows, all he'll see is your promiscuous side in bed. Guess, if I have you, would he still want you?" Saying so, Victor pulled her up from the bed.

"Natalia, see this? These gadgets will record every bit of your debauchery." He pointed at a setup of cameras nearby.

Natalia started trembling.

"Victor, what do you want? Anything, just letgo, please?" Victor scoffed, "Natalia, I want you." With that, he tore open Natalia's dress collar.

Natalia, in despair, struggled.

Suddenly, she grabbed a prop Victor had left by the bedhead and swung it at his head.

But, weakened by the drug, her strike barely scratched him.

Victor, however, saw red.

"Bitch! You looking for a beating?" He lashed out with the belt again.

"I'll teach you to disrespect!" Throwing the belt aside, he stripped off his shirt and pressed down on Natalia.

Just at that moment, the room door was kicked open.

Hamilton and Ronin, leading a group, burst in.

Victor was taken aback for a moment, still in a daze whenom Hamilton suddenly kicked him off the bed with a swift move. The man's eyes nearly glowed red with fury as he looked at the woman lying on the bed.

Quickly, he draped his blazer over Natalia, covering her up.

Then, bending down, he scooped her into his arms with care.

The moment Natalia caught sight of Hamilton, tears began to stream down her face uncontrollably. Her mind fogged over in an instant.

With a voice barely above a whisper, she muttered, "Hamilton, I feel awful." And with that, she passed out in his arms.

Hamilton held her tight, whispering on soothingly, "Don't worry, Natalia, I'm here for you."