Chapter 184

William Johnson suppressed his surging rage and coldly ordered the doctor to enter.

The male physician entered the suite with a medical kit, his gaze shifting uncertainly between the two.

"Leave the kit. Get out." William's voice was icy.

The doctor hesitated, glancing at the curled-up figure on the bed, then silently set down the kit and retreated.

The moment the door closed, William yanked open the medical kit. The sharp scent of antiseptic filled the air.

"Take off your clothes." He pulled out a cotton swab, his voice low.

Emily Smith hugged her knees and shook her head. "I'll do it myself."

"Emily!" His grip tightened around the medicine bottle.

She lifted her pale face. "My boyfriend wouldn't like this."

"Daniel Chen?" William sneered. "Where was he when you needed him?"

"That's none of your business." Her nails dug into her palms. "I won't forget that you saved me, but that doesn't mean you can cross the line."

"I crossed the line?" He hurled the cotton swab into the trash. "Do you even hear yourself?"

The robe's collar slipped, revealing vicious bite marks. William's eyes darkened with fury.

"Please leave." She turned her face away, her voice soft but firm.

William kicked over the coffee table. The shattering glass made the bodyguards outside flinch.

"Fine." He slammed the door behind him, the entire suite trembling.

Only when the elevator descended did Emily drag the medical kit into the bathroom. The mirror reflected bruises covering her body. Clenching a towel between her teeth, she disinfected her wounds, her robe soaked with sweat.

Meanwhile, the surveillance footage played on the projector screen in the presidential suite. William punched the wall, blood dripping from his knuckles.

"How did David Brown get out?" His voice was deadly calm.

Sam Wilson lowered his head. "Miss Lin used your name."

The screen froze on David's twisted grin. William yanked the power cord.

"Tell the warden," he loosened his tie, "I want him to wish he was dead."

Sam made the call. Faint screams echoed from the other end.

The bathroom light finally turned off. When Emily stepped out, wrapped in her robe, the suite was empty. Only a brand-new dress lay on the bedside, its price tag worth half a year's living expenses for an average person.

Outside, rain poured relentlessly. Staring at the city's neon lights, she suddenly remembered Daniel was supposed to accompany her to an audition today. Her phone screen lit up, then dimmed—seventeen missed calls, all from the same name.