Chapter 4 Smash His Head (Part Two)

"Mr. Gao." Mason Sun, the MH Club's owner, called Saul.

After glancing at Darren, Saul walked towards Mason and nodded. "Mr. Sun."

Mason gushed, trying to butter him up, "Mr. Gao, please make sure to convince Mr. Leng so that he'd invest more in our company. I promise you will benefit a lot from it."

"Mr. Sun, you already know Mr. Leng's personality. He won't change his mind unless you can get a woman to accompany him for one night," Saul replied flatly.

Darren hadn't had a relationship for so many years after what happened to Alena. So, Saul really wanted him to meet other women and relax for a while.

When Saul said this, Mason grumbled, "Mr. Gao, you should know that I have tried that quite a few times in the past. Every time Mr. Leng came here, I sent many beautiful women to accompany him. But he rejected them all. I really don't know what kind of woman he likes."

Saul's eyes roamed around the place and halted when he saw Marcus, who was holding an unconscious woman in his arms. The woman somewhat looked like Alena. Saul had a feeling that Darren might like this woman.

"That woman!" Saul pointed at Eliana and asked Mason to take her to Darren.

When Mason asked Marcus, he was reluctant to let Eliana go. But since his father promised to buy him a sports car, he agreed to send Eliana to Darren.

Darren was extremely drunk at that moment. So, Saul had to order two bodyguards to take him to a luxurious bedroom.

The bodyguards left after laying him down on the bed. Darren had consumed too much alcohol and began to suffer from heartburn. But he didn't want to take any medicine as he wanted to suffer this way for what he had done. When he turned over, he bumped into something soft. There was someone else sleeping beside him and a familiar smell was lingering around. It reminded him of Alena.

Subconsciously, Darren wrapped his hands around Eliana and inhaled deeply before opening his eyes and peeped. His eyes fell on the heart-shaped mark on her chest. He was stunned.

"Alena!" Darren whispered in disbelief. But before he could discern the person's identity clearly, his eyes blurred again. He muttered, "Alena, you are still alive!"

He was so happy and relieved to see her alive.

"I'm sorry, Alena. I'm so sorry!" Darren apologized in a low voice.

"I missed you so much. I still miss you. I didn't realize that I have fallen in love with you until you left. Alena, please never leave me again. I love you so much."

Darren kept whining about his grief. His eyes were full of sadness.

Eliana felt uncomfortable as he tightened his grip around her. It was like thousands of ants were biting her.

Eliana felt queasy from the strong smell of alcohol coming from the man beside her. Fortunately, she didn't drink much and thus could perceive what was happening around her.

She wanted to escape his strong hold, but he tightened his hold making it absolutely impossible. Eliana feared he'd force himself on her.

She rummaged through the head of the bed, hoping to find something that could help her.

Noticing that Eliana was trying to escape him, Darren whispered, "Alena, don't leave me."

Eliana couldn't hear what he was saying, but she found something big and cold. It must be the lamp.

With all her might, she swung the lamp and smashed his head hard. Darren groaned and fainted because of the extreme pain.

Luckily, her strength had not fully recovered yet. Otherwise, he might have been dead.

As he stopped moving, Eliana slowly pulled his hands away. Despite he was unconscious, he still didn't release his hold on her. With a stupendous effort, finally she got rid of him.

She jumped off the bed and pointed at Darren. "Marcus, you bastard! You deserved this! I'm sparing you this time but next time if you come at me, you will suffer greatly!"