Hello, Mr. Brent
Chapter 1

The night was falling and the streetlights flickered on.

Emily got out of the taxi and hurried into Cyberlin, the fanciest Club inthe city.

Her father phoned her. He had drunk too much and asked her to cometo take him home. Worried about her father, Emily didn't even getchanged after work. The seven-inch high heel, black skirt, and whiteshirt, however, did not undermine her beauty but showed her perfectbody and tempting curves. She is a beauty. No one can doubt that."Dad, are you okay?" Emily finally found the VIP room and went in.

The atmosphere in the room was a little strange. Besides her father,there was another man-a man in his thirties, tall, handsome. Without aword, he sat on the sofa and squinted at Emily. Half of his face washidden in the shadow. Emily felt uncomfortable as if she was hunted bya venomous snake.

Emily felt her heartbeat quicken as she walked towards her father.There was only one thought in her mind: I must get out of here now.But her father Anthony unexpectedly picked up a glass of wine andhanded it to her, "Emily, this is my boss, Mr. Martinez. Give a toast tohim for me."

"Dad, you are drunk. We'd better leave!”

"Nonsense, do as I say,” Anthony flared up.

Emily bit her lip. She had no choice but to take up the glass and walktowards the man in shadow.

"Mr. Martinez, cheers," she finished the whole glass of wine withindecent haste regardless of the cold gleam in the man's eyes. "My dadis drunk. Would you mind that I take him home now?"

As a real estate consultant, Emily can drink a lot. A glass of winewouldn't make her uncomfortable.

However, when she turned around to help her father up, she wasbeginning to feel nauseous. Her head was spinning uncomfortably, andshe was a little unsteady on her feet. More unsteady than usual.

She staggered, and luckily, her father held her, preventing her fromfalling.

Emily breathed in deeply and shook her head to regain her composure.Her vision was affected and she's really seeing double of everything.She smelled a rat and whispered to her father immediately, "Dad, I'mnot feeling well. I think there's something wrong with the wine.""Nonsense. You should stay here with Mr. Martinez. I'll go first and pickyou up tomorrow.” He pushed Emily to the sofa and left.

Emily uncontrollably fell into Mr. Martinez's arms.

"Dad, don't! Don't leave me." Emily watched her father leave andscreamed desperately.

She had tried her best but could not seem to replace her voice.

Mr. Martinez held Emily in his arms, pulling her close. He smiledindecently and whispered against her lips, "stop yelling. Your father hasalready given you to me. I didn't expect him to have such a prettydaughter. Don't worry. I will be kind to you."

"Let me go, let me go," Emily tried and pushed him rather feebly.

But the man was a wall of hard muscle, and she could not shift him. Herstruggles only excited him. The monster pushed her onto the sofa andstarted to unzip his pants.

Emily felt panicky and nauseous. The feeling was suffocating. She bither tongue hard. The pain gave her some strength. She raised her footand kicked the man in his manhood hard.

"Ouch!" Mr. Martinez tumbled and tossed with pain on the floor, givingEmily a perfect chance to get rid of his control. Her head was spinning.She had to grab the back of the sofa to stand up and staggered out.The fire was burning in her body. Her legs were so weak that she couldbarely walk. She staggered as if she would fall in the next second.Clenching her teeth, she used up her last strength to get to theelevator.

The door opened, and Emily fell forward, bumping into a strong andwarm body.

"Help me."

Emily begged in a daze, clutching the man's sleeve tightly like adrowning man finally caught the life-saving straw.

The man was hot. Behind his wire-frame spectacle, he had a very prettyyet stern face. His eyes were dark and sharp, and his thin lips weretightly compressed, showing his indifference.