Chapter 58 Trust (1/2)

”Sir, behave yourself,” Melinda warned.

She arched an eyebrow and glared at the man who was staring at her like a hungry wolf.

Her eyes darted towards Yulia. She smirked at Melinda and stepped back as her heels grated against the floor.

”Guys, did you hear what she said?” the man cackled. ”Do any of you know what it means? Because I don't.”

Two more men emerged from the corner, and came to surround her from all sides. Melinda fisted her palm and gritted her teeth. She could defeat one man but she was outnumbered by the enemies.

Melinda looked around helplessly, hoping for someone to miraculously appear from nowhere and help her.

But the place was empty and no one was around to even find out that she was in trouble.

There were three men in total. The man who seemed like the leader of the gang was bald. He was wearing a black vest and there were dragon tattoos in his arms, winding to his back. He removed his sunglasses, letting his eyes wander across Melinda's body. He slipped off his leather jacket and slung it on his shoulder.

The two men standing behind him—with short hair and a light gray sweaty shirt—altered their stance, blocking all the possible escape paths.

Initially, Melinda thought that the whole thing was an accident but now she understood what had happened. This was a pre-planned assault. They had been after her, waiting for the right chance to trap her.

She glanced at Yulia again. The smirk on her face proved that she was behind all this.

Melinda had been too naive to believe that Yulia would change. But she was born evil and there was no hope for her to mend her ways.

”What do you want?” Melinda asked, crossing her arms across her chest.

She would still have a chance if they were after her to demand a ransom. Yulia quickly glanced at the men warningly.

She was aware that the men were lusting after money. If they found Melinda's offer to be more attractive, they would join hands with her, and Yulia's efforts would be fruitless.

”I want a beauty like you,” the bald man said, sweeping his tongue across his lips.

His assistants guffawed at Melinda, which made her squirm on the spot.

Melinda snuck her hand into the bag to find her phone and call the police. However, the man grabbed her wrist tightly. Melinda let out a piercing scream as the man almost crushed her bones.

”Bitch, do you want to call the police?” he spat.

The man threw Melinda's bag on the ground and inched forward. She bit her lip as intense pain shot through her hand. She tried wriggling out of the man's hold.