Chapter 300 The Man Who Saved Her

On his way to the airport, Jacob received a text from David - it was the address of his friend that he had
told Emily to find after she landed. David also explained why he'd helped Emily in the first place.

Jacob just merely read the message and didn't bother replying. A moment later, David was calling.

Jacob ignored the call and instead sat in silence first to calm himself down until, he finally answered the
call.

There was a dead silence. No one was speaking. David didn't expect Jacob to suddenly answer the
call after he had rejected the call like a thousand times, so he hesitated at first when he heard Jacob's
voice. "Jacob, I'm so sorry," he said sincerely.

Jacob's breathing sped up a bit, and he said with an expressionless face, "David, you owe me this
time." He didn't wait for David to respond before he hung up the phone.

At the other line, meanwhile, David was stunned as the beeping sound rung through his ears. He drew
a deep breath and exhaled, feeling helpless.

Late at night, in M country.

Emily had just arrived in this strange country. Instead of contacting David's friend, she opted to look for
a hotel to stay in.

And it wasn't because she didn't trust David, it was because she was afraid that Jacob would be able to
track her down and Rita and David might get in trouble with Jacob.

In the middle of the night, the streets were empty, and no one was walking around except for Emily.
Only several street lights were on, and it looked desolate.



Emily dragged her luggage in one hand, her free hand holding her mobile phone. She opened the map
on her phone looking for a hotel. The wheels of the suitcase were rubbing against the ground making
some noise.

She didn't realize that danger was already approaching.

Emily was busy looking through her phone trying to find the right direction when a hand suddenly
covered her mouth from behind and dragged her to an alley.

"Emm!" She tried to struggle herself free from this man's arms but it was useless because he was too
strong for her.

"Shut up! And give me your money!" the gangster said.

And Emily could, unfortunately, understand what he said. She calmed herself down and stopped
struggling. She gestured towards her bulging belly and tried to motion desperation.

He dragged her in one hand, and the suitcase in the other, and walked towards a darker street corner
so that no one would see them.

Emily recognized that the gangster was tall and strong. She follow him obediently, but her brain was
running at full speed. She was trying to think of a way to escape.

At that moment, Emily would be extremely lucky if he only wanted money and just let her go if she gave
him her money. She knew she was at risk most especially because she was pregnant.

Maybe it was her obedience that made the gangster a bit complacent. He loosened his grip on her and
reached out for her luggage. At that moment, Emily grabbed the chance and kicked him in the crotch.

"Fuck!" The gangster cried out, as his face twisted in pain letting go of Emily in the process.



Emily immediately turned around and ran, shouting, "Help! Is anyone here? Please help me! "

The gangster covered his crotch with his hands and squatted down in pain. When the pain had
subsided, he stood up and chased Emily, "Fuck! Damn bitch!" he shouted.

He continued to curse Emily as he chased after her. Soon, he caught Emily by her hair and pulled her
back rather harshly.

Emily fell to the ground as her stomach began to hurt and her face turned pale.

As revenge, the gangster slapped Emily across the face.

Emily had no strength to fight him - she was feeling all sorts of pain. When she looked up, the gangster
raised his foot to kick her belly.

"No!" Emily screamed and rolled aside. The gangster kicked her across the back too. It hurt and she
was sweating now as she begged him, "Don't... Don't hurt... my child..."

The gangster squatted down and reached out to touch her body, cursing her all the while.

Emily warded off his hands, and she feel the blood streaming from her private part between her legs.
She panicked and begged again, "Please, take me to the hospital, please..."

But he didn't listen to her - this one was a bad one, and he didn't just want money. He was evil.

Emily felt nauseated as he groped her body. She was still bleeding and she didn't know what to do
anymore.

'My child... Who can save my child?' she thought helplessly.

In a trance, Emily seemed to spot a familiar figure. Suddenly, the gangster who was groping her for her
money was kicked to the ground.



'Who? Who's saving me?'

Emily squinted, desperately trying to see this man's face but all she could see was a vague figure
shining under the lamplight.

It was definitely a man and he fought off the gangster.

Emily lay on the ground with her hands on her stomach. She tried to get a good view of the man but all
she could see was a pair of crisp, leather shoes walking towards her.

"Help me…" she whispered. Her weak voice was almost inaudible, so faint that it could barely be
heard.

The last thing Emily heard before she slipped into a coma was a sigh that seemed eerily familiar.

……

In a private manor of M country.

When Emily woke up, she opened her eyes and the first thing she saw was an exquisite vintage pattern
on the ceiling. She sat up blankly in the bed, dazed and dizzy, her mind still unclear.

She looked around and thought, 'Shouldn't I be in the hospital?'

This is obviously not a hospital so where am I?

I remember a man saving me last night. Who was that?'

A lot of questions flooded her mind. Emily lifted the soft silk quilt and felt her belly. She heaved a sigh of
relief when she felt something move inside her.



She attempted to get out of the bed but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she felt weak and
fragile as if she couldn't even handle standing up.

"Miss, you're still very weak. I suggest you don't get out of bed for the meantime and just take this time
to rest." A concerned voice came from the door and a man in a white uniform came forward to help
Emily back into her bed.

Emily looked at him in silence - she didn't know if he was to be trusted.

The man seemed to sense the distrust so he smiled at her and said as a way of explaining, "Miss, I'm
your doctor. My name is Sean."

Emily eyed him from head to toe. He had short, light chestnut-colored hair and his eyes were sunken.
Overall, he looked quite pleasant. His smile and demeanor were also gentle and polite. He looked very
kind and his aura made Emily feel comfortable.

Emily didn't think that he would be the one who had saved her last night.

Sean continued, "Mr. Gao asked me to come and examine you. To be honest, you're in pretty bad
shape."

"Mr. Gao? Who's Mr. Gao?" Emily asked in surprise but in her mind, she already had a pretty good
guess.

Sean answered right away, "Victor. Mr. Victor Gao." Emily was right.

Emily suddenly froze. It was Victor! Did Victor save her last night?

It was definitely possible because M Country was among Victor's sphere of influence. Either way, Emily
felt extremely grateful. If Victor hadn't saved her, she along with her unborn child would have probably
died right then and there.






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