Billionaire Ex-wife: I Can't Live Without You
Chapter 2315

She had been trying to win his affection for five years and wasn’t ready to surrender her efforts.

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by a loud noise.

A burly man managed to knock the bottle from her grasp.

Immediately, the other men seized her, overpowering her and pinning her down on a cluttered wine table.

As one man attempted to disrobe her and another yanked at her hair, taunts filled the air.

“Think you can escape? I want you, and you should feel lucky, you ungrateful, wretch!”

Cornered and filled with dread, Dulcie fiercely declared, “You’ll never break me!”

She considered a desperate escape from the horror by biting her tongue.

Recognizing her intent, one of the attackers commanded, “She’s trying to kill herself.

Gag her, make sure she can’t hurt herself.

”

Before she could act, they stuffed a wad of tissues into her mouth, silencing her cries and dashing any hope she clung to.

The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically when the obese man, feeling victorious, began to unbuckle his belt.

Suddenly, the door was violently kicked open, and Kyson appeared in the doorway.

His voice was icy as he demanded, “What are you doing?”

“Mr.

Shaw!” the obese man exclaimed, quickly fastening his belt and approaching Kyson with a smirk.

“We’re just having a bit of fun.

Care to join us?”

Kyson’s expression grew dark as he pulled out his phone and dialed, his actions deliberate and observed by everyone in the room.

“Sonny, I’m at Fire Bar.

There’s trouble in VIP Room 0555.

Six men are harassing a girl.

I’m waiting for backup.

”

The room fell silent, the gravity of the situation setting in as Kyson mentioned involving the police.

The mention of Sonny, the chief deputy, suggested potential involvement of the National Security Bureau, a prospect that caused the men to panic.

In the meantime, Dulcie, momentarily forgotten, rolled off the wine table to the floor.

She curled up in the corner, too frightened to even glance at Kyson, fearing he might recognize her.

The obese man attempted to downplay the severity of their actions with a sycophantic smile.

“Mr.

Shaw, we were just messing around.

She actually injured several of us.

We haven’t really hurt her.

There’s no need to escalate this to Mr.

Garza, right?”

Kyson maintained his composed stance at the doorway, his voice stern.

“It’s pointless to discuss this with me.

You’ll need to explain yourselves to the National Security Bureau.

”

The obese men, defiant yet visibly nervous, retorted, ““Kyson! Stay out of this.

Just because you run the Shaw Group doesn’t give you the right to act above the Law.

Watch your back!”

The tension escalated, with the obese man clenching his fists in frustration.