chapter958

Chester's hand trembled as he pointed at the guy with the fiery red mohawk across the room. The man looked like he was in his thirties, his hair styled into a wild rooster crest, but right now he just wanted to disappear. He had his face pressed to the ground, doing his best impression of a corpse.

Lydia raised an eyebrow, then walked right over to him. The guy stayed glued to the floor, pretending not to exist. Lydia didn't have time for that. She gave him a swift kick, right where it would hurt his pride, and said, "Keep playing dead and I'll flip you over and kick you again."

The guy's head snapped up. His face was streaked with dirt, and he gave Lydia a crooked, gap-toothed grin. "Please, lady, have mercy."

Lydia wasn't impressed. "Who sent you?"

Seriously, this crew? Did whoever hired them think she was that easy?

The mohawk guy nearly burst into tears. We're just following orders. I swear, we don't even know who wanted us to grab you. Please, let us go. We're just trying to get by."

Lydia narrowed her eyes. "Roll over."

He tensed up, shaking his head frantically. "Please, I've got a family..."

She wasn't having it. Lydia lifted her leg like she was about to kick him again, and suddenly he let out a high-pitched wail. "I really don't know who it is, but I've got her number! It's a woman!"

Lydia gave a cold snort. "Call her. Tell her to come here."

He took one look at Lydia's eyes and didn't dare argue. He pulled out his phone, scrolled through his contacts, and showed her the number. "This one."

Lydia nodded. "Call her."

He dialed, and after just two rings, someone picked up. Before he could say anything, a woman's voice came through, impatient and excited. "Well? Did you get her?"

Lydia's eyes narrowed. Of course. Leila.

Following Lydia's silent cue, the mohawk guy slipped into his usual tone, all sleazy confidence. "There were more than ten of us. Of course we got her."

"Oh, perfect! Where is she? What have you done with her?" Leila sounded so giddy it was disgusting.

"We knocked her out, miss. What do you want us to do next?"

Leila's grudge against Lydia was still burning from yesterday, when Lydia slapped her: So today, she'd shelled out a fortune to hire these thugs. She even knew exactly where Lydia lived and had her people waiting outside from the moment Lydia left home. But Lydia had been rushing, too caught up in the morning crowd to pay attention.

Earlier, when Chester and his guys spotted Lydia at the ceremony, they got nervous and called Leila. Leila had just brushed them off, saying Lydia was just a college girl whe probably used family connections get in. Nothing to worry about. C ntent

Who would have thought a single girl could wipe the floor with more than a dozen

grown men in a matter of minutes? Leila had totally set them up.

Leila's voice came through, full of hate. "Find a place and ruin that pretty face of

hers. Then let your men do whatever they want with her."

Only if Lydia was broken and ugly would she stop stealing men's attention. That was the only way. Leila spat out the words like poison.

She seethed, She loves seducing men, right? Let's see how she likes it when you're done with her."

Lydia's eyes went icy cold.

The mohawk guy yelped, "Miss,

we're just here to rough people up, not... that We con mess up her face if you

want but that other stuff we

can't do it."

Useless! Don't you all like pretty girls? You saw her, right? She looks just like a little

whore. I bet she tastes good."

"Miss, there's no way. If we get caught, we'll be dead."

"Fine. Name your price."

Leila thought he was just trying to negotiate.