The Supreme Soldier in the City

Others may not understand, but Jessica Johnson was very clear; L Hotel was a place where ordinary folks had no standing. Those who visited were either wealthy or eminent. Who in YODC City wouldn’t know Christopher Taylor’s identity? Even if the Mayor himself were here, he might have to turn a blind eye because Christopher’s background was truly formidable; there were few in YODC City who dared to cross him.

So crying for help was futile; ultimately, it would only serve to publicize her humiliation. Yet Jessica Johnson couldn’t resign herself to such treatment. Clenching her teeth, she said, "Master Johnson, could you please be gentler? It hurts a lot."

Seeing Jessica Johnson’s tearful and vulnerable expression, Christopher Taylor laughed heartily and said, "As long as you behave, why would I need to be rough with you?"

Christopher Taylor had underestimated Jessica Johnson. She displayed such an expression only to let him let his guard down, and the moment he did, she stepped fiercely on the instep of his foot. Her sharp high heel was like a dagger, almost piercing through Christopher’s shoe.

"Aah!" Christopher Taylor cried out in agony, unintentionally releasing Jessica Johnson, who seized the chance to dash towards the door. She tried to pull it open, but it was locked—who knows by whom. By the time she unlocked it, Christopher had already charged over; it was too late for her to escape.

At that moment, Jessica Johnson’s heart was filled with indescribable sadness. She no longer wanted to be toyed with by these rich people, yet she was unable to avoid her fate. Was being a decent girl really that difficult?

She was so close to escaping, but fate seemed unwilling to grant her that chance. In that instant, Jessica Johnson felt a surge of suicidal desperation and a readiness to fight Christopher to the death. But then she thought of her family—if she died, they would be devastated.

If only James Brown could be here. His background was certainly no less formidable than Christopher Taylor’s, and he would definitely help her. But at this moment, there was no time to call James for help.

Feeling Christopher’s hand reaching for her hair, Jessica Johnson became numb. Heartbroken, she felt her spirit die.