"Save me...Baron Stuart!!!" Conscious again, she cried out loudly; unexpectedly, his name flew out of her mouth as a sudden strong intent consumed her mind.
The echo of her desperate outcry still lingered in the corridor, filled with helplessness. For the first time, Emily Walker was gripped by overwhelming terror and fear.
She closed her eyes; her distressed expression was an image of pure despair.
This place was far from the wedding banquet hall, nobody would venture into this desolate staircase corridor, let alone rescue her.
Just as she closed her eyes in despair, the weight on her body vanished unexpectedly.
She slowly opened her eyes to see a tall figure vehemently raining blows and kicks on the drunken man, like a man possessed.
Emily Walker managed to crawl weakly, clenching her torn clothes tightly against her chest, her face still marked by fear and dread.