Chapter 10 Clark! Save me!

"Who's there?" the director shouted and then indicated his subordinate to look. Then he said in a low tone, "If it's Rachel Yan, knock her out and bring her in!"

His subordinate nodded and headed to the door, but someone pushed it open from outside.

"Hello, is this the director's office?"

A beautiful woman walked into the office. Then men were silent. The director was also stunned for a while, but was soon elated.

She was far more beautiful than he had imagined.

"Yes, I'm the director. You must be Rachel Yan." The director stood up with a big smile on his face, and shot a quick glance at his subordinate. The man left the two alone in the room.

"Yes, nice to meet you," Rachel said with a smile. "Well, here you go. My sister asked me to hand the script over to you. I am her assistant for the day. So, she asked me to accompany her to the shoot."

The director took the script from her. He was a little confused at first, but understood what was going on soon. He laughed in his head. "Well, Rachel. Nancy and I are old friends. Actually, we are a member short for the filming today, and I think you are perfect for the role. How about you join us for the shoot?"

Rachel acted surprised and hesitant. "I appreciate the offer, but I'm afraid I have never acted before. Besides, I am only here as Nancy's temporary assistant."

"Oh, well. Never mind, then. But since Nancy has already signed the contract on your behalf, you will have to pay for the damages. It's not much, just a few millions," the director said with a sly grin.

Even though Rachel was pretending to know nothing, she was genuinely surprised when she heard about the huge compensation.

'Damn that woman!

She did not want me to escape from this trap by any means,' Rachel thought.

A hint of anger rose in her eyes, but she suppressed it quickly.

"Oh, that's a huge amount," she said in a panicked tone. Then, after pretending to think, she acted as if she had made up her mind. "Okay. I don't know how it will turn out, but I will try my best," she said.

The director was overjoyed. He stared at Rachel's beautiful face with covetous eyes. She was such a beauty; so attractive even when she furrowed her brows. He could not wait to see her beautiful body underneath the clothes.

There was no doubt in his mind that she would bring him loads of money.

Absorbed in his lust, the director did not see the disgust in Rachel's face.

"Excuse me, sir, should I head to the fitting room now?" Rachel asked in a soft voice.

The director nodded his head enthusiastically. "Of course, of course! Please go on. I'll have the clothes sent to you soon."

Rachel pretended to be shy and lowered her head. "I would like some privacy. I don't like being with others while I change. I am a little shy."

The director took the opportunity to put his arm around her shoulder. He whispered to her, "Don't worry, Rachel. I will take good care of you."

Rachel nodded and walked towards the changing room. On the way, she turned back at every step to look at the director with a smile, which turned him on. However, as soon as the door was shut behind her, her face darkened.

She grabbed a couple of tissues from the table and wiped her shoulder where the lewd director had touched her.

"Nancy Yan..."

With a cold laugh, Rachel looked down at the script in her hands.

It seemed that she had been too softhearted to the vicious woman. 'Like mother, like daughter,' she thought, feeling a dark emotion rise within her.

But now was not the time to think about it.

Rachel took a deep breath and began to look for a way out.

There was nothing but a vent in the small room, no doors or windows.

She was annoyed and afraid.

"Miss Rachel, I have your clothes." Someone knocked on the door rudely and continued to shout, "Open the door! I brought you the clothes!"

"Please pass them in through the crack of the door. I cannot open the door right now," Rachel said in a pretentious shy voice, but her hands were deft as she inspected the vent.

Then, her eyes fell on the item near the table. 'Yes!'

After listening to the footsteps outside the door fade away, Rachel started to move.

She grabbed a piece of cloth and then put a chair under the vent. She then climbed on the chair and hung the torn cloth near the vent.

When she was done, she tiptoed to the door and shouted loudly, in as manly a voice as she could muster, "Miss Rachel has run away! Someone hurry!"

Then, she quickly ran to the innermost spot of the fitting room. She hid herself in a corner so that she could see what was happening in the room without being seen.

"What?! Where did she go? She was in the fitting room!" The director rushed in with a few other men. They stared at the empty room in stunned silence.

"What a bunch of losers! You can't even control a woman!" the director yelled, mad with rage. "What are you waiting for? Find her!"

"Director, look there!" One of the men spotted the torn cloth near the vent and quickly pointed at it. "She must have escaped through there!"

The director narrowed his eyes and stared at the vent. With a cruel smile, he muttered, "How dare you play tricks on me! I will make your life a living hell when I catch you!"

The sound of the men's voices gradually faded away, and Rachel's raging heart relaxed. But before long, her cell phone rang.

In the quiet room, the sound was like a death warrant, sharp and loud.

Rachel was going to switch off the phone in a hurry, but ended up attending the call instead.

"Where are you?"

The man's low, pleasant voice came through the phone, sounding cool as usual.

When she heard Clark's voice, Rachel's eyes welled up with tears. All her panic and fear came forth at once.

"I..."

Before she could say anything, a voice came from over her head, "Hi there, beautiful."

The director glared down at her with a vicious smile.

With the last ounce of courage, Rachel exerted all her strength and roared into the phone, "Clark, save me!"

The director trampled Rachel's phone to pieces.

He sneered at Rachel, who had been caught like a mouse. "No one is coming to save you. Now, take off those clothes."