Chapter 7 The Man She Had Had Sex With

Jemma snapped back to reality abruptly.

What was she doing? Was she about to surrender to her circumstances and let others control her fate? That was unthinkable!

She refused to accept the path already decided for her. More determined than ever, she vowed to reshape not just her future but her father's as well.

Compromising with reality was not an option for her.

With fierce resolve, Jemma reached out with both hands, targeting Brent's eyes.

Caught up in the thrill of violating a stunning woman, Brent was unprepared for Jemma's sudden attack. Her fingers clawed at his face, drawing blood, particularly around his eyes, which stung fiercely.

A painful howl escaped Brent as he covered his eyes.

With a forceful shove, Jemma pushed him aside and bolted for the door.

"Stop her!" Brent shouted.

Though Jemma seemed delicate, she proved to be remarkably resilient. Brent resolved that today was not the day she would escape. After their intimacy in the bar, he planned to take her back and break her completely.

The bar was bustling, and the spectators were thrilled by the show. Brent's promise of more drama kept them eager for more, especially since Brent had mentioned they could have a share of the fun, too. Jemma's striking looks, paired with the crowd's drunken state, only fueled their desire.

Some patrons actively blocked her escape; a few even tried to trip her.

Caught off guard, Jemma tripped and fell onto Caiden's back, inadvertently pressing on his injury.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she said, just as Brent caught up to her.

"Bitch! You're not getting away today," Brent yelled, grabbing her hair and violently pulling her down.

Suddenly, a forceful punch landed on Brent's nose with a resonant "bang," sending him reeling back into tables and chairs.

Caiden fixed a chilling gaze on Brent. There he was, harassing a woman in a crowded place, and not a soul intervened. Such indifference made them all accomplices. Were all the citizens under his leadership so heartless?

"Someone tie him up!" Caiden commanded. Two tall bodyguards stepped forward from among the onlookers and subdued Brent.

Caiden's cold stare brushed across the faces of the spectators. They withered under his daunting aura, feeling ashamed and hastening to keep their distance.

Sitting on the floor, Jemma looked up to find a tall figure standing sideways before her, shielding her like a wall.

The soft lighting cast a gentle glow on his profile, accentuating even the tiny hairs on his ear.

Jemma's eyes grew wide with recognition. On the man's ear was a black mole, identical to the one on the man from the stairwell last night.

Earlier, when she had fallen onto his back, he had moaned in pain, and that was where the man from last night was injured.

It had to be the same man.

Mixed feelings surged through Jemma as she processed the unexpected reunion.

She struggled to stand, feeling the weight of the past few days. Both her body and spirit were worn to the limit.

Jared looked at Jemma, his face breaking into a teasing grin. "Aren't you Kevin's daughter? Your dad's laid up in the hospital, and here you are, at a bar."

When Caiden heard that, his expression darkened.

Indeed. It was out of place for Jemma to be here. Perhaps she had learned of his presence and orchestrated this drama to capture his attention?

Brent recognized Jared's voice and responded swiftly, "Judge Clarke, she invited me here. She tried to charm me, and when I resisted, she feigned assault to win over your sympathy."

Brent blatantly lied, since Jared's table was not close to his and the bar was so noisy that Jared couldn't have heard anything he had said. Even if someone else had heard something, they wouldn't testify for Jemma because this bar was his territory and no one would dare stand against him here.

Turning to face Jemma, Caiden considered the possibility that she had planned this encounter meticulously. She must have tried to charm Brent here to get Brent to aid her father, simultaneously putting on a performance for him. It seemed too coincidental that she just happened to fall right onto him.

Was her aim also to charm him and get him to postpone her father's trial?

She seemed prepared to push boundaries to achieve her goals.

Kevin was an annoying person, but he was known for his strong character. How could he have such a disgraceful daughter?

Jemma's eyes stayed fixed on Caiden. When he turned his face around, she finally saw his features clearly.

She gasped and covered her mouth in disbelief. Standing before her was none other than President Caiden Phillips.

Could the man she had had sex with yesterday be Caiden?