Chapter 797
Dalores struggled, but she was no match for the man. She twisted her ankle and lost one of her high heels during the scuffle.
In a daze, she noticed someone standing nearby. Without thinking, she struggled harder. “Help! Sir, please—” Before she could finish, she recognized the figure—it was Julio.
With one hand in his pocket, Julio looked at Dalores coldly. Her eyes were red and filled with tears.
The man turned around nervously and eyed Julio warily. Dalores looked at Julio, her lips trembling, aware of his intense gaze. But now, Julio was her only hope. As she was about to speak, she saw Julio turn around and walk away.
Stunned, the man regained his composure and continued dragging Dalores toward the car.
“Let me go!” Tears streamed down Dalores’ face as she fought against the man’s grip. Though she couldn’t free herself, she no longer called out to Julio for help.
The man’s van was parked in a corner of the lot, conspicuous among the luxury cars. He opened the van door and lifted Dalores in. She clenched her teeth and cried, her helplessness clear as the man easily threw her into the vehicle.
A driver was already inside. After the man climbed in, he ordered, “Start the car now!”
The driver started the engine and made a sharp turn, the van quickly disappearing into the quiet emptiness.
Dalores collapsed into the seat, her strength drained. Her eyes appeared dim, and even the neon lights filtering through the windows did little to brighten them.
The van sped along, with a Benz SUV trailing steadily behind. The partially open window allowed the cold wind to whip through, frosting Julio’s face as he followed at a distance.
Leaving the city, the van entered less crowded areas. It soon approached a vast plain, where temporary houses of various sizes stood. One had been rented in advance.
After exiting the vehicle, the man carried Dalores inside the house. The driver quickly parked and hurried to follow him.
“Sir, could I have a turn with her later?” the driver asked.
“How could I forget you, buddy?” the man grinned, patting Dalores’ rear. “I’ll call you when I’m done.”
Tears of humiliation streamed down Dalores’ face. She thought about what would happen to her son if she died. She couldn’t just die and leave him behind. But facing such an ordeal, how could she continue to live?
Before she could succumb to despair, the man abruptly threw her onto the cold ground.
The sound of close combat reached her ears.
Feeling a sharp pain from the fall, Dalores clutched her arm and saw Julio kicking the man away.
The man and the driver, near the temporary house, quickly turned and ran inside. Julio pursued them. Soon, screams and the sounds of fighting filled the air, echoing through the night.
Dalores stared at the house with misty eyes for a long time before realizing what had happened.