Earlier, when she ran out, she didn't even look at the road and accidentally ended up in such a secluded alley.
At this moment, there was no one around. If anything happened, she couldn't escape at all. The man in front of her was too dangerous.
What might happen could be the thing a woman wishes never to happen in her entire life.
Helena Zell wiped her tears and turned to run.
But as she took a step, she was pulled back by that sleazy man.
His rough and somewhat sticky hand touched Helena Zell's skin, and she instantly felt nauseated, as if a mouse climbing out of the sewer crawled onto her. She shouted sternly, "What are you doing, let go of me."
The man chuckled lecherously, eyeing Helena Zell up and down: "Don't leave, superstar, meeting in a place like this is our fate. Given fate, can't waste it, right?"
