On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 191

Jessica’s eyes shot to George.

“Get me the exact location,” George instructed Frank.

Three minutes later, Frank sent the address. George showed it to Jessica. She took one look and bolted for the door.

George got out of bed. “I’ll go with you.”

Jessica hesitated, looking at his back. “Maybe I should go alone. Your wound…”

“It’s fine,” he said, pulling on a jacket.

Jessica drove like a maniac, finally screeching to a halt at their destination. She ran inside and straight to the private room, but the door was locked. She pounded on it, shouting, but no one opened it.

Just then, the club manager hurried over. “Allow me.” He held a key card and, without a word, swiped it over the sensor. The door clicked open.

Jessica burst inside.

The manager turned and bowed respectfully to George. “Sir.”

“I don’t want my identity revealed,” George said, his expression grim.

“Understood,” the manager replied instantly.

George followed Jessica into the room, with the manager close behind.

The bathroom door was closed, and the faint sound of a running shower could be heard from within. In the bedroom, Jessica found Rebecca tied up.

The man looked Jessica up and down. “Well, well, if it isn’t Mrs. Smith. Oh, wait, Lance Smith doesn’t want you anymore, does he? I hear you’ll sleep with anyone. I’m a lot better than those two bodyguards of yours. Why don’t you stay and we can all have some fun?”

His face was slick with a lecherous grin, his eyes devouring her.

With a sudden thud, the man was on the floor. Before he could react, George was on him, a foot planted firmly on his shoulder. The towel fell away, leaving him naked and exposed.

“Who the hell are you?” he sputtered, struggling to lift his head. “Let me go! Mind your own damn business! Do you know who I am? Besides, Rebecca Jones is my fiancée. I can do whatever I want with her. Now get out, and leave this little slut Jessica Brown behind. I’m curious to see what she’s like.”

His words earned him a brutal beating. The club manager stood by, wringing his hands, too terrified to intervene. He was already mentally calculating how much compensation he’d have to pay if this man died in his club tonight.

Jessica saw that George was about to go too far.