Back to the Past: Breaking the Love Spell

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Kelly broke free from Paul's grasp and responded angrily, "Stay away from me. You can keep your money."

With that, she turned to flee from the scene, only to find that the exit was being blocked by a few men.

Kelly's expression turned as pale as a sheet. She recalled a vocational high schooler from her neighborhood who had jumped off a roof after being assaulted by a group of men in a nightclub. Unfortunately, such tragedies were not uncommon.

"Young lady, you drank our beer. Now you're leaving without paying?"

Cody sneered, his gaze lustrous and malicious as he eyed Kelly's body.

They were accustomed to frequenting bars to take advantage of intoxicated women. Lately, luck hadn't been on their side, so they were reluctant to let go of Kelly, who had unwittingly fallen into their trap.

Kelly couldn't stop quivering, her face filled with horror.

"I-I'll pay you. How much do you want? I'll pay you..."

The bar was noisy. It was filled with women shrieking when they lost in games and people shouting on stage. Kelly doubted anyone could hear her if she screamed for help.

Cody scratched his crotch.

With a cheeky smile, he said, "It's been a while since we've had some fun with a woman. All we want is to enjoy ourselves a bit."

Sensing Paul holding her from behind, Kelly let out a shocked cry. "H-Help!"

Paul covered her mouth and pushed her down onto the couch.

In the dimly lit bar, it was hard to make out others' expressions within 16 feet. Cody and his gang kept watch over their booth while smoking cigarettes, their faces filled with excitement.

Despite Kelly's efforts to break free, as a freshman university student, she was powerless against the strength of a middle-aged man.

Kelly felt like her head was about to explode as Paul ripped her jeans' belt in two. Suddenly, she saw Carlisle walking past Cody and his gang.

"Carlisle..."

Kelly shook her head vigorously, trying to shout for help. Paul firmly covered her mouth and nose, almost suffocating her.

At the faint sound of his name being called, Carlisle turned around and glanced at Cody and his gang, who were smoking in the hallway.

Cody stared at him fiercely, gesturing for Carlisle to look away and mind his own business. He was confident that he could intimidate Carlisle into leaving them alone.

Shaking his spinning head, Carlisle figured he might have had too much to drink and possibly misheard.

As he headed toward his VIP booth, he heard the voice again from behind Cody and his "Carlisle... Help..."

gang.

"Kelly?"

Carlisle's expression darkened. Without hesitation, he grabbed a brand-new bottle of champagne from a nearby booth and headed toward Cody.

"Hey, that's my cham-"

Carlisle smashed the bottle against Cody's head, causing the champagne's owner to fidget and grab a fruit plate to shield herself.

Cody let out a painful shriek while clutching his head.

As Cody's gang swarmed to attack, Carlisle jabbed the broken bottle into one of the men's thighs.

"Damn it!" the man shouted in agony.

Hearing the commotion, Paul quickly got up from the couch, leaving Kelly with her torn T- shirt. Grabbing the shattered remnants of her shirt, Kelly wrapped herself in fear, her hair disheveled as she quivered uncontrollably.