Virginia stared in shock at her own leg, where blood was slowly seeping from the wound, dark red and vivid, nearly blinding her with its brightness. "My-my leg!" She gasped, eyes wide, unable to believe what she was seeing. Soon, the pain spread, a sharp, penetrating ache that seemed to tear through her very soul. It was unbearable. She had always been pampered, never having done any hard labor or suffered any real injuries before. How could she have known this kind of pain? It hurt more than anything she'd ever felt. Tears, mingled with the pain, trickled down her cheeks, and all she could do was scream helplessly. "Please, please, let me go! My leg! My leg!" But who would hear her? The harder she cried, the more pitiful her expression became; Samuel only smiled wider. He found it amusing to watch her dignity crumble. She heard laughter from the men around her. "Boss, this feels good!" Samuel grinned, his face lighting up with an almost cruel joy, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He lit another cigarette, the smoke swirling around him, as he approached her with a mocking grin on his face. To Virginia, that smile felt like it came straight from hell, and her body shivered involuntarily. She wanted to run—to escape this demon. She forgot about the pain in her leg and scrambled backward, desperate to escape from this devil. "No, stay away from me—" But how could she escape Samuel, dragging herself on the ground with a broken leg? He grabbed her bleeding leg and mercilessly dragged her back toward him. Blood spilled from the wound, forming a perfect arc as it traced the ground. "I wonder how this woman still has the strength to crawl? Did you not hit her hard enough?" Samuel's voice carried a mocking edge. The men nearby understood his meaning. "Let's give her a few more hits, so she doesn't keep crawling around and annoying us." One of them shot a look at the woman on the ground, his eyes full of disdain. He picked up the steel rod again, already stained with the blood from the first strike. It looked ominous, its rusted surface adding a sickening smell to the air. Virginia's eyes widened. "Please, please, let me go. I'll give you anything—anything you want! I'll do anything!" She was barely able to hold herself together. Fear had taken over, and the concept of pride was long gone. All she wanted was for Samuel to let her go. The steel rod came down again. Hot blood surged out like a stream, staining the ground beneath her in a gruesome display. The pain this time was far worse than before, and sweat beaded on Virginia's forehead. The agony was so intense she thought she might pass out. She couldn't move. It was just too much pain. She lay there, no longer struggling, allowing the pain to overwhelm her. "Looks like we've finally tamed her," someone commented. "She really does look pathetic now." "Should we keep going, boss?" the man with the steel rod asked. Samuel took a slow drag from his cigarette, blowing a smoke ring into the air without answering. "He looked down at Virginia, lying motionless on the ground, like a broken doll. Seeing her so still, the excitement drained from him." This woman had been so arrogant at the medical consultation, and now she couldn't even move. She thought she was so high and mighty. How boring.He looked down at her and spat a cloud of smoke onto her body. "Do whatever you want. If anyone is still upset, take a few more hits at her. "As long as she doesn't die. "Once we're done, we'll call Mr. Troy to bring more men. "Got it." The men laughed, preparing themselves for what was next, eager for the next round. To them, Virginia was at their mercy. They could do whatever they wanted with her. "Who wants to go first?" one of the men called out in a loud voice. "I'll do it!" came the eager replies. Virginia could hear those men around her. She lay on the ground, still as death. The only sign she was still alive was the tears in her eyes. She couldn't escape. Another man picked up the steel rod. After the first two strikes, Virginia had grown numb to the pain. She didn't even blink, just stared blankly at the rod. Just as she braced herself for the next blow, she heard a commotion. "Boss, watch out! Someone is ambushing us! She turned her head. About a dozen bodyguards rushed in, all armed and serious. "Where did they come from?!" Samuel's men didn't hesitate. Upon seeing unfamiliar faces on their turf, they immediately began to fight back. Both sides seemed to be professionally trained, each combatant swift and skilled. The fight was like something straight out of an action movie. Virginia, dazed and frightened, watched the chaos unfold. Her expression shifted from terror to shock. It took a moment for her to realize what was happening. She blinked, and her body finally relaxed a little. Lance is here to save me?At first, she felt a surge of excitement, but then frustration followed. She had been through so much, and only now was Lance coming to rescue her? Virginia's heart filled with discontent. But then she realized—at least she mattered to Lance enough for him to come for her. She was alive. That was all that mattered. With hope rising, Virginia tried to sit up, wanting to seize the chance to escape, to get away from these demons. But just as she began to rise, Samuel grabbed her again. He threw a punch at one of the bodyguards, then did a backflip to land in front of Virginia. "Think you can run?" "You're not getting away." He grabbed Virginia's wrist with one hand, using the other to fend off the persistent bodyguards. When he couldn't hold them off anymore, he grabbed the steel rod from the ground and swung it at the bodyguards. Virginia was dragged along, her ears filled with screams, shouts, and the sounds of blows landing. She squeezed her eyes shut in pain. They made it outside, but a new wave of bodyguards appeared—more ruthless and vicious than the last. "D*mn it!" Samuel cursed under his breath. Before he could react, the bodyguards surged forward, swarming him. Even with his skills, it would be challenging to fight off a dozen of them, especially with Virginia acting as a dead weight. "Ugh!" Samuel grunted as a punch landed in his back, and blood sprayed from his mouth. He turned to retaliate but was kicked in the leg and forced to kneel. "Get over here!"A woman called out. Virginia looked up and saw a woman in a car nearby, urgently waving at her. Who is she? Virginia didn't recognize her. She froze for a second. Wasn't Lance supposed to be saving her? Who was this woman? She had never seen her before, not even at the Johnston Residence. Was it not Lance coming to save her after all? "Come on!" The woman called, her voice more desperate now, when Virginia made no attempt to escape. "If you don't come now, it'll be too late!" Hearing this, Virginia had no time to think. She quickly moved toward the car as Samuel caught up with the bodyguards. She didn't care about the pain in her leg anymore—her survival was all that mattered. Even if she had to crawl, she would make it.