Chapter 4: Sold To An Old Man

"Lia will be back in a few minutes, Mr. Eno. Why don't you sit here for a while?" Ellen suggested. 

Eon's lips thinned. He relented and sat on Cecilia's chair. He touched Cecilia's purse that had been left behind and kept it with him. 

Meanwhile, Ellen sent a quick text message: [Cecilia is out now, get her now.]

[And give me that glass. Now.]

"Would you like a glass of wine, Miss?" a waiter asked. 

Ellen got one and immediately offered it to Eon Eno, "Mr. Eno, would you like to have a glass of wine while waiting for Lia?"

Eon calmly accepted the glass of wine but had not drunk it yet. 

"Mr. Eno, I heard you were looking for a model for your new project. Have you picked a model yet?"

Eon shook his head, seemingly distracted and on the lookout for Cecilia to come back. 

"I'm interested, Mr. Eno. Do you have any Go-See schedules I can attend?"

"I'm not particular with the details. Why don't you contact the person in charge? I'm sure your agent can find that for you."

"Oh! Hahaha, I will do that then."

The atmosphere became awkward because of Eon's blunt response. 

'Damn, he's hard to crack...'

"Well, considering the success of the charity auction, why don't we toast to that?" Ellen said as she raised her glass. 

The other guest at the table quickly toasted with Ellen's glass.

"Mr. Eno?” She asked as she waited for his turn. 

Seeing that he's the only one left, he clanked his glass against Ellen's and sipped wine. He did it just to get it over with. 

There's only one thing on his mind right now: Cecilia. 

This is the first time he has seen Cecilia--much less talked to her. It's been so long since she cut him off. He did not know what happened after her family's death. But starting from that time, Cecilia blocked him everywhere and refused to answer any of the letters he wrote to her. 

"Wonderful!"

"Now, where is Lia?" he impatiently asked. 

"I'm sure she's coming back--

"Excuse me." Not wanting to linger around Ellen, he stood up with Cecilia's purse in hand and went out of the ballroom to look for her. There's a strange feeling that he just couldn't seem to put his finger on. 

'Something's wrong,' he thought, his heart racing. 

'It must be the wine... But I'm usually okay when I drink... How strange...'

'Whatever. I need to find Ceci...'

He shrugged his thoughts off and went up to the floor where Cecilia's room is located. 

As he stepped closer to Cecilia's room, he couldn't help but feel tightness in his chest. His whole body was burning to the point that he wanted to take off all his clothes. 

"What the f*** is wrong with me?!"

"Am I drugged?!" 

A realization sank in. 

He was drugged. 

He quickly made his way to the hotel room just opposite Cecilia's room to figure out what was wrong with him. 

At the same time, Ellen arrived in front of Cecilia's room. An old man appeared behind her and asked, "Is this Cecilia Eldritch?"

"Yes," she affirmed, looking at Cecilia, who seemed passed out at the edge of the bed. 

"You gave her the drug already?"

"Of course, I did! I cannot wait to hold my new wife!"

"I couldn't believe I could take Cecilia as my new wife, considering I watched her grow up! You know, ever since she was born, I really liked her."

"Fate has its strange way of bringing people together, Mr. Ridley."

"Indeed, Ellen. Although you are far more sexy than Cecilia, I wouldn't pass on a young meat, you know!"

"Hahahaha, please enjoy my step-cousin, Mr. Ridley."

"Just remember our deal, Mr. Ridley, okay?"

"Of course, I owe all this to your mother!"

This man is the third biggest investor of Eldritch Group, Ansen Ridley. He's fifty-eight years old and just divorced his third wife. He has eight kids, his oldest being the same age as Cecilia. He has an outstanding reputation in the industry. He is known for investing in several big companies in Europe. Aside from his messy love life, he is a respectable man. 

Or so Cecilia thought. 

'What on earth is going on?'

'And me, his new wife?!'

'What is Ellen saying?!'

Cecilia has been conscious all this time. However, she seems to have been drugged, which is why her muscles seemed to have relaxed. She doesn't have the energy to get up and confront these people. 

She is fully aware of what these two people are talking about. It's not hard to piece it all together, even though it's hard to believe. Her step-auntie and cousin colluded to sell her to an investor for a deal. 

The people she trusted the most betrayed her, just like that. 

They carefully planned to ruin her. 

'No...'

'I can't lose like this...'

She pulled her clip from her hair with all the strength left in her, revealing a sharp needle. 

'I never thought I would use this in this situation, but here goes nothing.'

She squinted her eyes, aiming at the old man's thigh. Considering the distance from the edge of the bed, he was standing quite near her. It's hard to miss his big body. 

But suddenly... 

"AH!" Ellen shrieked. 

Like clockwork, she felt the sting from the needle deeply piercing her thigh. Because of her minor movement and Cecilia's groggy state, Ellen became the target. 

Ellen quickly pulled out the needle and looked around. 

No one was there except for Mr. Ridley and the unconscious Cecilia.

"What's this?! A needle?! What the f***?!"

Her body instantly became limp, leaving her to lean on Mr. Ridley. She desperately clutched onto Mr. Ridley for support. Her soft chest touching his body instantly triggered a reaction from down there. 

Suddenly, a hardness bumped into Ellen's lower abdomen. 

Completely defenseless, Ellen couldn't push him away. 

Ansen Ridley hugged her, groping her ass. "I will help you," he whispered to her. 

Thinking about the two women in his suite, he couldn't help but feel excited, especially after touching Ellen's body. 

After all, who wouldn't want to sleep with a beautiful supermodel?!

He brazenly groped Ellen's body even with the door still open. He did not care. All he cared about was not missing this opportunity. 

Slowly and quietly, Cecilia slid down from the bed before crawling out of the room. 

Thankfully, Ansen Ridley was so focused on Ellen that he did not notice Cecilia crawling out of the room. He kissed Ellen from her neck down as he slowly moved to the bed nearby. 

'Good thing this room is carpeted, otherwise they would have heard me!' 

She looked back at Ellen, who was completely conscious but couldn't move her body; their eyes met. Ellen could only plead with Cecilia through her eyes. However, Cecilia ignored her and carried on.

'You have no problem selling me to an old man, why should I care when you're in that position instead of me?'

Perhaps it was an adrenaline rush, but she surprisingly got out of the room safely. If crawling means she can survive, then she'd willingly do it over and over again. And she knew she had to do it fast. 

'The drug will fully take effect in a while... I need to get out...'

'But how... I can't feel my legs...'

And if things could not get any worse, she felt her whole body burning up. 

'What the—they gave me an aphrodisiac?!'