Winning Her Heart Back

 My Name Is Similar to Hers

The three froze in place.

Jodie immediately stepped forward to shield Emelie.

From the private room came the sounds of a woman crying and pleading for help, mixed with a man's foul curses and the tearing of fabric.

It was obvious what was going on in there without having to look.

Emelie's expression remained cold as she said, "The Westward Club didn't seem so chaotic when Mr. Inning was in charge. Don't you agree, Mr. Middleton?"

William's face was grim as well. He glanced back and Ashton quickly led the bodyguards in.

The man inside was shocked at the sudden appearance of so many people. "What are you doing? Why are you all here? Do you have any idea who I am?"

Emelie adjusted her gloves, and William's gaze fell on her. She chose to ignore him and glanced at Charles instead.

Charles had a dark expression on his face.

Ashton had probably revealed her identity, for the man inside suddenly became quiet, not daring to speak again.

The woman who had been harassed was then escorted out by Ashton.

The latter took off his jacket and put it over her. The woman was wearing a waitress uniform from the Westward Club.

Emelie asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"

The woman, who was clearly frightened, trembled as she clutched her collar tightly and shook her head repeatedly.

However, Emelie noticed the slap marks on her face and the fresh cuts from broken glass that were still bleeding.

"You were the waitress who served us earlier, weren't you?" Emelie recognized her.

The woman looked up at her quickly, then lowered her head and said, "Yes, but I'm fine. Thank you, Mr. Middleton. Thank you... Mr. Davis. And thank you, Ms. Pierce."

Emelie crossed her arms. "Change your clothes, and go get a checkup at the hospital. Make sure you keep the evidence. Since Mr. Middleton and Mr. Davis have witnessed the whole thing, they'll make sure that you get justice for this."

The woman panicked. She waved her hands as if she was afraid of making a big deal out of this. "No, no. He was just drunk. I'm fine. There's no need to make a fuss."

Emelie understood that she was afraid of retaliation. "Don't you realize that the more you put up with them, the worse they're going to get?"Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

The woman, however, continued to shake her head.

Emelie wasn't the type to keep pushing. Since the woman had made her choice, she left it at that and led Jodie and the bodyguards out of the Westward Club.

She nodded to William and Charles. "That's all for today. I'll be leaving now."

William watched her in silence while Charles replied distractedly, "Very well, Ms. Pierce. Take care. We'll be in touch."

Emelie got into the car and pulled out onto the road.

As fate would have it, rain started falling.

Jodie, who was in the passenger seat, glanced in the rear-view mirror. "Ms. Pierce, it looks like William's car is following us."

A smile played on Emelie's lips. She wasn't surprised. William hadn't said much during dinner, but his eyes had been on her all the time. He must have noticed something.

After all, he was William. What could possibly have escaped his eyes?

Emelie calmly instructed, "Pull over."

After Emelie and William had left, Charles didn't get into his car straight away. Instead, he stormed back into the Westward Club and headed straight for the staff room.

He barged in just as the woman who had been harassed was changing and using a wet wipe to clean the cuts on her face in front of the mirror.

Charles grabbed her hand and yanked her out of the chair.

The woman was startled and tried to struggle, but when she saw it was him, she bit her lip and stopped resisting, "Mr. Davis, is there anything you need?"

Charles questioned, "What are you doing here?"

The woman replied, "I work here."

The smile on Charles' face was cold. "I gave you a lot of money back then. It's only been a year, and you're already so broke you have to work as a waitress? Where did all that money go?"

There was a flicker in the woman's eyes, and she turned to look away. "That's my business. Mr. Davis, I haven't interfered with your life. Why are you being so harsh?"

Charles pushed her onto the bed, where she landed on the blankets. The memory of her being with other men while they were together filled him with disgust.

"I've been with a lot of women, but Emmie Gatlin, you're the most despicable one of them all. You claim that you haven't interfered with my life, yet your mere presence is already one."

Emmie's eyes reddened at the insult. She gulped before saying, "I will do my best to avoid you in the future, Mr. Davis. I won't let you see me again."

Charles stared coldly at her pitiful expression, then let out a short, bitter laugh. "You'd better keep that promise."

With that, he turned to leave.

Suddenly, Emmie asked, "That Ms. Pierce just now... Is she the Ms. Emelie who made you quit smoking? Did you take me in because my name is similar to hers?"