"Hmph, despicable woman. I pursued you with good intentions for a whole year, and you rejected me. Now you have allowed someone to insult me. Today, if I don't have my way with you, do you truly think I, Vilon Daphne, am so easily swayed?" In the basement, Vilon Daphne was shouting loudly, his face contorted with rage.

Due to his status and position, finding women was not difficult for him. However, he was determined to marry Tara Lassen, and each time he was rejected, especially after the provocation from Bidegla, he became even more unhinged.

Originally, he had wanted to send someone to deal with Bidegla, but he ultimately decided against it. His target was only Tara Lassen, and he wouldn't gain anything by dealing with Bidegla.

Tara Lassen was his for the taking. He had intended to confess his feelings to her today, but to his surprise, he was rejected once again. This extreme idea only occurred to him as a last resort.

As long as he took possession of her body, he was convinced that Tara Lassen would comply with him.

"Get away from me," Tara Lassen was cornered, covered in dirt, her clothes disheveled, with blood stains on her fair arms.

"Hmph, you have no shame. I pursued you for a whole year. If it were any other woman, I would have forced myself on her long ago. Since you are so uncooperative, I have no choice but to have my way with you first." Seeing Tara Lassen's pitiful appearance, Vilon Daphne's savage nature was unleashed, his eyes turning red.

"Treating me like this, my father will surely kill you," Tara Lassen, witnessing Vilon Daphne's madness, cried out in fear.

"Hmph, what is your father? He is not even worthy of cleaning my shoes. If it weren't for you, I would have ruined your family's company long ago," Vilon Daphne scoffed at Tara Lassen's words, indifferent to her threats.

"If you defile me, Bidegla will kill you for me," Tara Lassen, clutching her chest, continued to retreat, feeling almost hopeless.

"Haha," the mention of Bidegla caused Vilon Daphne's heart to convulse again, recalling the humiliation from the last time at the hospital.

He was clearly a poor man, pretending to be wealthy. This thought weighed on his chest like a heavy stone, making him feel uneasy.

"Don't worry, once I have your body, I will make sure that boy is taken care of. He's just a poor country bumpkin, hardly worth my attention," Vilon Daphne yelled, his face contorted with fury.

"Is that so? I'm right here. Come and try to do as you please," as soon as Vilon Daphne's voice fell, a voice suddenly came from the door, a cold smile on Bidegla's face.

The fact that Vilon Daphne wanted to harm him only made Bidegla sneer. He was nothing more than a worthless second-generation rich kid. "Bidegla?" Vilon Daphne turned around and saw him, feeling a moment of surprise.

But soon, a smug smile returned to his face. "You came at just the right time. Your woman is in my hands, and I'm about to have my way with her right in front of you. Let's see what you can do about it."

"Take care of them. I'll take responsibility for whatever happens," Vilon Daphne bellowed, and the group of henchmen who had been lurking nearby approached Bidegla with malicious grins.

As they moved, Vilon Daphne suddenly lunged at Tara Lassen as if possessed.

"Suicidal!" Bidegla snorted, paying no mind to the small-time hooligans. Even if he didn't know Tara Lassen, he couldn't bear to see any woman being mistreated.

The small-time hooligans were no match for Bidegla at all. With a single kick, he sent them tumbling to the ground, either with broken legs or ribs, unable to stop Bidegla.

"What?" Vilon Daphne was dumbfounded to see his hired muscle rolling on the ground after just one blow. It was then that he remembered the news he had seen on TV a few days ago. Wasn't the urban man in the news none other than Bidegla before him?

Thinking of this, he dared not mistreat Tara Lassen. He turned and tried to flee. But trying to escape in front of Bidegla was a joke. Before he could even reach the door, he felt his collar being grabbed, and then everything spun as he was thrown to the ground by Bidegla.

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"Scum." Bidegla sneered as he looked at Vilon Daphne, writhing in pain with his hands on his stomach. Then, he walked towards Tara Lassen.

He took off his own clothes and draped them over Tara Lassen, asking, "How do you want to handle them?"

Tara Lassen swallowed hard, feeling as though it was all unreal. Wasn't this a movie set?

"You decide." Tara Lassen turned away, not wanting to see Vilon Daphne's ugly face anymore.

"Alright." Hearing Tara Lassen's words, Bidegla didn't say much. He walked up to Vilon Daphne and said, "You said you wanted to ruin me before, so I'll ruin you first." With that, Bidegla's foot stomped down on Vilon Daphne's arm.

There was a crack as Vilon Daphne's arm was crushed under Bidegla's foot, leaving him pale with pain.

"Don't let me see you again. Otherwise, it won't be as simple as ruining you. If you dare to provoke Tara Lassen again, I guarantee you won't see the sun tomorrow. I always keep my word." Bidegla's words were calm, but they terrified Vilon Daphne, who didn't even dare to scream.

Bidegla could take down armed robbers, so what was a playboy like Vilon Daphne to him?

"Alright, we can go now." Bidegla beckoned to Tara Lassen.

"Wow, darling, you're so handsome!" Tara Lassen exclaimed, wanting to run to Bidegla. But before she could, she stumbled, and if it wasn't for Bidegla's quick reflexes, she would have fallen.

"What's wrong?" Bidegla furrowed his brow as he looked at Tara Lassen, who was clearly in pain.

"I think I twisted my foot." Tara Lassen blushed as she spoke, and Bidegla decided to carry her on his back.

"Thank you, darling, you're so kind," Tara Lassen called out sweetly, but Bidegla's face was full of frustration.

"Goodness!" Vilon Daphne seethed with anger as he watched the two people acting so intimately.

"Master Daphne, what should we do now? Seek revenge?" After Bidegla and the others had left, a henchman crawled to Vilon Daphne's side, grinning and asking.

"Smack!" Vilon Daphne slapped the henchman on the head, but then winced and said, "If you're not afraid of death, you can seek revenge. Get this master to the hospital, ouch."

This time, Vilon Daphne truly frightened Bidegla. His threats seemed genuine, and with Bidegla's skills, killing him would not be difficult, so he became afraid.

Losing his life over a woman was not worth it, and this time, he had truly made a big mistake.

"Where do you live? I'll take you home now," Bidegla asked as they left the abandoned warehouse.

"No, I can't go home yet. I don't want my parents to worry about me," Tara Lassen replied, clinging tightly to Bidegla's neck.

"Damn, you crazy woman, let go. Do you want to strangle me?" Bidegla felt like he was being suffocated by Tara Lassen's tight grip.

"Sorry, sorry." Tara Lassen quickly released her hold on Bidegla when she saw how uncomfortable he was.

"If you don't want to go home, where do you want to go? Do you want to come to my house?" Bidegla asked, rolling his eyes, but refusing.

Half an hour later, in a hotel where no identification was required, Bidegla sat wearily on the sofa, smoking a cigarette.

The woman didn't want to go home, and Bidegla couldn't take her to Bamboo City No.1, so he had to settle her in at the hotel. He could still remember the ambiguous look the receptionist had given him when he checked in.

The sound of water could be heard coming from the bathroom, and through the frosted glass, Bidegla could see a graceful figure taking a shower.

"Bidegla, fetch me a bathrobe, I forgot to bring one," Tara Lassen's voice came from the bathroom, as if she were treating Bidegla like her servant.

"Forget it, I'm going back. You can come out and get it yourself," Bidegla said, extinguishing his cigarette and getting up to leave.

But before he could open the door, the bathroom door opened first, and Tara Lassen hobbled out of the bathroom.

Seeing her, Bidegla was stunned, his eyes almost popping out of his head, because at that moment, Tara Lassen was wearing nothing at all, running out of the bathroom naked.

"Why didn't you bring me a bathrobe?" Tara Lassen widened her eyes, looking indignant, as if she didn't realize that she was completely naked.

Looking at her, Bidegla felt his breathing quicken, thinking to himself that this girl must be missing a few screws.

It had to be said that Tara Lassen had an amazing figure, fair with a hint of pink, and her long, slender thighs were on full display as she hobbled. Bidegla saw everything, without any reservations.

And her bosom was very firm, showing no signs of sagging. Although he had sneaked a peek at the hospital before, it was not as direct as this.

"Cough, cough." Bidegla pretended to cough twice, then said with a forced smile, "Haven't you noticed that you're not wearing any clothes?"

"I know." Upon hearing Bidegla's words, Tara Lassen not only showed no sign of avoidance, but instead stared directly at Bidegla and said, "Is it not normal for my husband to see my body?"

Her words sounded very natural, but they almost caused Bidegla to stumble to the ground. When did he become Tara Lassen's husband?

"Tara, I didn't mean to offend you, but our last encounter was just an act, you don't have to take it seriously," Bidegla chuckled, then continued, "And I have a girlfriend now, the one you saw last time."

"Hmph, I don't care if you have a girlfriend or not, you belong to me today. Since you've entered my house, I can't let you leave," she said as she limped towards Bidegla, startling him.

"What are you doing?" Bidegla quickly turned his head away, not daring to look at her exposed chest as he held Tara Lassen.

"I'm just doing what a husband and wife should do," Tara Lassen hung onto Bidegla, exhaling gracefully.