Chapter 183

The sharp contours of his face came into focus, and Emily Smith's pupils constricted violently.

She finally knew she was safe.

David Brown's twisted face could never hurt her again.

"Don't be afraid." William Johnson's voice was so deep it trembled. His arms tightened around her like steel bands. His lips pressed hard against the top of her head, his voice laced with lethal intent. "I'll make sure he dies."

Emily stared at him blankly, then suddenly, the floodgates burst.

"The cameras..." Her voice was shattered. "They're everywhere..."

William kissed her damp lashes. "I know."

His thumb brushed the scorching tear tracks on her cheeks. "Those recordings will disappear forever."

Emily buried her face in his chest, her slender shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

When William carried her out of the room wrapped in his suit jacket, Sam Wilson was already waiting outside. The moment the car door closed, Emily suddenly struggled. "I don't want to go to the hospital."

She couldn't bear the prying eyes of strangers.

"Take us to Jinzhou Bay," William ordered.

The girl in his arms shook her head violently, her hair brushing against his jaw. "Not there."

"Amanda Lin isn't home." He pushed the damp strands from her face, his thumb grazing the reddened corner of her eye.

"I said no!" Her voice rose sharply.

William's jaw tightened. "Then we'll go to the Four Seasons Hotel."

This time, Emily didn't protest, curling into him like a wounded animal.

The elevator ascended directly to the penthouse suite. The moment William placed her on the bed, she clutched her collar with a death grip.

"Let go." His voice was dark.

Emily suddenly opened her eyes, bloodshot and wild. "I have a boyfriend!"

"Boyfriend?" William sneered, his tongue pressing against his cheek. "Where is he?"

She lunged for the bedside phone, but before her fingers could touch the receiver, William flipped her onto her back. The phone cord whipped through the air with a sharp snap.

"Five minutes later," he gripped her chin, "and you know what would've happened."

"This is your fault!" Her voice was hoarse. "If it weren't for you—"

William's pupils contracted sharply. "He's approached you before?"

A knock sounded at the door. Sam's voice filtered through the wood. "Mr. Johnson, the doctor is here."

William stared at her tear-streaked face, a storm raging in his eyes.