Chapter 2 Meeting each other is destiny

A few minutes later, an older man confidently walked into the room. According to Oralie's assessment, he was likely the owner of the man she encountered earlier.   Oralie licked her lips, swallowing tension, and prepared for the self-rescue plan she had devised during the waiting time. However, before she could utter a word, her reaction suddenly turned to apprehension at the alarming behavior of the man.   The lascivious gaze of the man scanned Oralie's body from head to toe. Without saying a word, he aggressively lunged towards Oralie like a hungry predator. He wanted to savor the fresh, cool fragrance of Oralie to the fullest. Oralie's beauty was captivating and exceptionally stunning. She was more beautiful than any girl he had ever known, even surpassing his wife. It was precisely because he was captivated by Oralie's beauty at first sight that he paid a considerable sum to purchase her at the recently concluded auction. This occurred while Oralie was still unconscious, and clearly, she had no knowledge of it.   Quickly grasping the situation, Oralie pretended to tremble in fear and skillfully evaded. She stood up from the bed, causing the man to tumble down onto the mattress. "Don't run away. Tonight, I will definitely have you," he declared, immediately turning and lunging towards Oralie. This time, Oralie stumbled and fell, making it easy for the man to capture her. He held her tightly, not allowing Oralie to resist.   "You wretch, let me go!" Oralie shouted, relentlessly struggling to break free from his vile grasp.   Ignoring Oralie's perceived futile efforts, he nonchalantly brought his face closer, intending to kiss Oralie's smooth skin. However, Oralie vehemently turned her head, avoiding the disgusting kiss.   "Damn it! Do you want me to use force?" Frustrated by the unsuccessful attempt, he shouted loudly.   In a moment of opportunity, Oralie swiftly stuffed the piece of pottery into the man's mouth and forcefully pushed him away.   "Please don't move," Oralie said in anguish. She knew her actions could have consequences, even potentially causing harm, but she had no other choice. She had to save herself: "If you don't want to die, then listen to me."   Ignoring Oralie's warning, the man, still nameless, rushed towards Oralie, but as he took a half step, his throat seemed to be pierced. The shard of pottery he had swallowed didn't go down into his stomach but lodged horizontally in his throat, causing him to struggle to breathe. The more he moved, the more blood flowed, and finally, he collapsed, entering a state of gasping for breath.   Tears streamed down Oralie's face. She murmured a remorseful apology, "I'm sorry. Just stay still; someone will find you and save you in time."   "I beg for God's mercy and forgiveness if this man dies," Oralie pleaded.   As Oralie spoke, she slowly moved towards the door. She had to find a way to escape quickly. As she swung the door open, Oralie felt disoriented, not knowing which way to go. Following her instincts, Oralie ran without a clear direction, moving forward without knowing what awaited her.   The chaotic sounds behind her made Oralie shudder, forcing her to turn around. They had discovered that their boss was in trouble.   "The boss has been attacked."   "Quick, catch that wretch."   "Don't let it escape." The clamor of shouts and pounding footsteps echoed in Oralie's ears, causing her to panic. Consequently, as she was running, her footsteps collided with each other, leading to a fall to the floor.   Oh no, Oralie had injured her knees. She felt like her blood was rushing out. However, she couldn't stop. Slowing down now would result in her being caught, and the consequences would be dire. Oralie was certain of that.   She had to keep running. Despite the pain, her instincts compelled her to grit her teeth and run, lowering her head as she fled. Oralie could hear the relentless footsteps chasing her from behind, the chaotic pounding of her own heart, and the taunting cries of those pursuing her. …   Nolan had just finished a tense conversation with his associate to address some work issues and was on his way back to his room. The time-consuming journey back to his room left Nolan feeling uneasy, and he began to regret the decision to meet his business partner on the "Dream" yacht. As he opened his room door, Oralie ran up to him with a frightened expression. Despite the apparent danger, she decided to take bold action.   Disregarding social norms and propriety, Oralie pushed Nolan, causing him to fall into the room. She then ran in and closed the door behind her. In astonishment and confusion, mixed with an explosive burst of anger and a bit of pain from the impact on his body, Nolan looked up at her, his eyes filled with suspicion and dissatisfaction.   "What the hell are you doing? Who are you?" Nolan glared, angrily shouting.   "Please help me." Oralie looked down at him, breathing heavily, and pleaded, "Please have mercy and help me."   Her pitiful appearance softened his anger easily. Nolan scrutinized the girl's pale face in front of him, soaked in sweat, and observed the blanket of fear enveloping her. Furthermore, upon closer inspection, Nolan noticed that the girl's dress seemed torn and disheveled, as if someone with a destructive hand had torn through it. Looking down at her feet, he saw blood still flowing from her knees, which were scraped and bruised. Oralie's bare and scratched legs were also visible.   "What happened to you? Your condition looks like..." he began, genuine concern showing on his face, but skepticism lingered in his mind. Considering his position and status, Nolan wasn't easily inclined to trust others. Based on Nolan's preliminary assessment, it was entirely possible that this girl could be a person sent by an enemy to approach him. For now, he needed to feign friendliness to probe Oralie's motives.   Before he could finish his question, there was a knock on the door. Oralie panicked, continuously shaking her head, her eyes desperate, signaling him not to open the door. The knocking persisted, and she seemed reluctant to let anyone know about her presence.   Despite Oralie's desperate pleas, Nolan had to open the door to avoid trouble. He resolutely walked towards the door, while Oralie, following his suggestion, retreated into the corner, standing behind the door, trying not to make any noise that would draw attention. "May I help you?" Nolan calmly asked the people outside his room as he opened the door.   "Have you seen a girl running through here?" one of them asked Nolan.   "I haven't seen anyone," he replied, denying.   "Really?" The inquirer expressed doubt. According to the direction Oralie ran, she must have passed through here, and Nolan's room was the last one in this corridor. And, of course, this is also a dead end.   "I said I hadn't seen anyone. You're disturbing my sleep," he continued to deny, displaying annoyance.   But they were not satisfied with the answer and boldly made a request.   "Can we check your room?"   "I'm afraid that would be an invasion of someone's privacy." Nolan strongly refused and issued a warning. "I won't allow you to do that. I'll call the ship's manager here if you don't leave."   To avoid things becoming troublesome and news of the boss having an accident reaching others, Reluctantly, they left, and Nolan closed the door. He turned back inside, seeing the lingering panic on Oralie's face. Furthermore, Oralie began to show some unusual signs, indicating that the aphrodisiac had taken effect. Earlier, Oralie had tried to restrain herself, enduring pain and discomfort while tightly gripping the shard from the flower vase in her hand. But now, there was nothing to help Oralie maintain her alertness.