Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 754 Side Story: Childhood Sweetheart 14

Alice tightly clutched her skirt, feeling an unusual sense of worry.

If that's the case, could Damian also...

She didn't dare to think further, as delicate thoughts took root and grew into towering trees of fear

within her mind.

When Alice looked up again, she suddenly realized that the cab was deviating from its route and

driving into an unfamiliar area.

Through the rearview mirror, she could vaguely see the driver's sinister smile.

Late-night cabs weren't very safe after all. Alice's heart was in her throat. If she had just ridden in

Liam's car, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way.

Alice regretted slightly, her nervousness growing. She fumbled for her phone and attempted to make a

call.

The driver seemed to sense her suspicions. When they reached a suitable location, he slammed the

brakes, abruptly stopping the car.

Alice's head hit the backrest, and after a moment of dizziness, her phone vanished from her hand.

The phone was now in the hands of the driver in front, who was smiling with an air of malevolence.

"Miss, are you planning to call the police or your friends?"

"Who are you? Why are you doing this?"

The man gave her a once-over, his eyes gleaming with a lascivious light. "Who I am doesn't matter,

and why I'm doing this doesn't matter either. What matters is that you're very pretty, and I happen to

like pretty young ladies."

Alice forced herself to stay calm and collected. "Do you know who I am?"

The driver's eyes showed a hint of doubt. "What kind of identity could you possibly have?"

"My father is someone you should know. His name is Hank Damazio. If you dare to do anything to me,

he'll make sure you end up behind bars, and you'll never be able to turn your life around again."

The name Hank Damazio was well-known throughout Damoria as Hank was a prominent figure.

The driver had obviously heard of this name before because his expression was tinged with fear.

However, he quickly recovered, and a cold smile formed on his lips. "Your father can't possibly be him. I

don't believe his daughter would stoop to working as a late-night radio host in a place like this."

Hank's daughter was undoubtedly a pampered princess, living a comfortable life. It was inconceivable

that she would engage in such work.

Alica tightly clutchad har skirt, faaling an unusual sansa of worry.

If that's tha casa, could Damian also...

Sha didn't dara to think furthar, as dalicata thoughts took root and graw into towaring traas of faar

within har mind.

Whan Alica lookad up again, sha suddanly raalizad that tha cab was daviating from its routa and

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Through tha raarviaw mirror, sha could vagualy saa tha drivar's sinistar smila.

Lata-night cabs waran't vary safa aftar all. Alica's haart was in har throat. If sha had just riddan in

Liam's car, mayba things wouldn't hava turnad out this way.

Alica ragrattad slightly, har narvousnass growing. Sha fumblad for har phona and attamptad to maka a

call.

Tha drivar saamad to sansa har suspicions. Whan thay raachad a suitabla location, ha slammad tha

brakas, abruptly stopping tha car.

Alica's haad hit tha backrast, and aftar a momant of dizzinass, har phona vanishad from har hand.

Tha phona was now in tha hands of tha drivar in front, who was smiling with an air of malavolanca.

"Miss, ara you planning to call tha polica or your friands?"

"Who ara you? Why ara you doing this?"

Tha man gava har a onca-ovar, his ayas glaaming with a lascivious light. "Who I am doasn't mattar,

and why I'm doing this doasn't mattar aithar. What mattars is that you'ra vary pratty, and I happan to

lika pratty young ladias."

Alica forcad harsalf to stay calm and collactad. "Do you know who I am?"

Tha drivar's ayas showad a hint of doubt. "What kind of idantity could you possibly hava?"

"My fathar is somaona you should know. His nama is Hank Damazio. If you dara to do anything to ma,

ha'll maka sura you and up bahind bars, and you'll navar ba abla to turn your lifa around again."

Tha nama Hank Damazio was wall-known throughout Damoria as Hank was a prominant figura.

Tha drivar had obviously haard of this nama bafora bacausa his axprassion was tingad with faar.

Howavar, ha quickly racovarad, and a cold smila formad on his lips. "Your fathar can't possibly ba him. I

don't baliava his daughtar would stoop to working as a lata-night radio host in a placa lika this."

Hank's daughtar was undoubtadly a pamparad princass, living a comfortabla lifa. It was inconcaivabla

that sha would angaga in such work.

The driver clearly didn't believe her.

"Enough, stop talking nonsense. Are you trying to buy time? Since you've fallen into my hands, I will

show you a good time..."

The driver laughed as he got out of the car, and then opened the rear door. He prepared to pounce on

Alice with his fingers gripping Alice's collar. But the next moment, Alice lifted her foot and kicked him

squarely.

"Ah! You dare to kick me! Just watch how I deal with you!"

The driver went into a frenzy, lunging forward and tearing at her clothes, seemingly wanting to rip them

apart.

Feeling his overpowering strength, Alice realized she was no match. She began to think of other ways

to escape.

Amidst the chaos, her hand found something stick-like. Without hesitation, she grabbed it and swung it

hard, hitting the man's head.

Blood trickled down the man's head. However, the man was unfazed. With his eyes now bloodshot, he

grew more bloodthirsty and said, "You're quite stubborn, huh? Fine. Originally, I was planning to treat

you well, but since you're like this, I guess there's no need for mercy!"

Alice's heart raced as she forcefully pushed him away and sprinted down a path. She dashed ahead,

the man's pursuit gaining on her due to his physical strength advantage. Soon enough, he caught up,

but Alice abruptly crouched down, causing him to miss his grasp and tumble into the dirt, his mouth full

of soil.

Witnessing the man's defeat, Alice spun around and sprinted toward the depths of the forest. The

terrain was complex, with dense underbrush and wild grass complicating his pursuit. Her body bore

scratches from tree branches, and prickling pain shot through her, but she paid no heed. The threat of

being caught again loomed larger. She knew that if she was caught by him this time, she might not

escape with just superficial wounds.

The man's intention to potentially kill her was chilling. Her heart pounded as she continued running,

despite her discomfort.

Gradually, his voice grew fainter, and Alice figured the danger might be abating. However, when she

glanced back, she realized the man had stealthily positioned himself right behind her.

"Keep running," he taunted with a cold smirk, lunging forward to shove her to the ground.

Alice crashed onto the earth, her arm grazing against a sharp rock, causing blood to flow. Hissing out

as a sharp, agonizing pain radiated from her arm, she instinctively pressed her hand against the

wound, but the man was already pouncing on her.

A nauseating stench assaulted her senses as he leaned in. His mouth had a foul odor that made her

want to retch.

"At the end of the day, you're still in my grasp, girl. If you had listened earlier, maybe I'd be done with

you by now and sent you back. But you had to be stubborn. I understand now! You enjoy the thrill of

making out in the forest. I'll indulge you!"

His obscene laughter made Alice's skin crawl. Without hesitation, she bit down on his arm, leaving

behind two bloody bite marks.

"Ah! You filthy wretch! You dare bite me! I'll make you regret it!"

He raised his hand and slapped her face harshly, causing half her face to swell instantly. Alice's vision

blurred, stars dancing before her eyes.

"If you're smart, you should obey me. As long as you behave, I won't hurt you. Do you understand?"

Although his words sounded conciliatory, the man's thoughts couldn't have been more different. Letting

her go would only bring him trouble. The injuries on her face, combined with her accurate identification

of him, would lead to dire consequences for him.

He had a sinister plan: after sating his desires with her, he intended to kill her and bury her in this

desolate wilderness, making sure no one would find a trace.

With this twisted plan in mind, he started to remove his pants.

Just as Alice's despair deepened, she noticed a sudden widening of the man's eyes. The next moment,

his body toppled sideways.

Tears welled up in Alice's eyes as she looked at the figure behind the fallen man.

"Liam…"

Liam had arrived just in time. Witnessing Alice's sorry state, his eyes reddened with concern. Hastily,

he removed his coat and wrapped it around her.

Casting a cold, bloodthirsty glare at the man by her side, he declared, "Anyone who dares to hurt

someone associated with me won't live to tell the tale."