Standing Before Love (Myra and Sean)

All of the men turned their heads toward her when they saw her, and Myra instantly realized that she had made a bad decision when she saw the look in the men’s eyes. Running away was no longer an option to her right then; the moment her footsteps came to a halt, four or five big-sized men ran toward her and crowded behind her as they forced Myra to continue moving forward. She saw Tilly a distance away from her—the young girl was being pushed toward her by another man.

Tilly immediately let out a loud cry the moment she saw Myra. “Miss Stark… I’m so afraid…” After all, she was just a young girl who hadn’t even graduated from university yet; she had never expected herself to encounter such an incident. Myra was just as afraid right then, but she had no choice except to put on a calm front as she walked over and held onto Tilly’s hand. Myra then turned to look at the leader of the group of men. “Where’s David? Why haven’t I seen him anywhere at all?” David was another foreman Myra had often communicated with in the past; he was a lot easier to talk to and never caused any problems for her.

Before Chris could respond to Myra, Tilly spoke up between her sobs. “David was hospitalized after he got injured, Miss Stark. Chris has been the one leading the workers recently.”

Chris then gave Myra a side-eye as he scoffed. “So you’re the person in charge of this project, huh, Miss Stark?” He spoke in a roguish tone that made him seem more like a gangster than one of the construction workers. Myra pursed her lips. “I’m just in charge of the design; there are other people who are responsible for the whole project. I’ve already made some calls—”

Smack! Before Myra could finish her sentence, she felt a tight slap against her cheek that made her head spin. Tilly let out a loud shriek as she hastily attempted to help Myra. However, another man grabbed onto Tilly’s arm and pulled her away from Myra. Chris then lowered his hand as he casually turned toward the man who was holding onto Tilly. “Since this b*tch is here, we can let the other one go. I heard that this woman, Miss Stark, has a rather tight relationship with Director Chase from the Chase Group. With her around, we won’t have to worry about getting our pay!”

she received the sudden, unwarranted slap across her face. She reached a hand up and felt blood when she touched her split lip. She bit her lips and gasped in pain before she lifted her head up to glare at Chris. “The Chase Group is definitely going to pay you guys. There might have been a mistake made in one of the departments; I’ll give the company a

she found herself being dragged away. She screamed for Myra’s name, but Myra no longer found the energy to be bothered by the young girl. If Tilly was allowed to leave safely, she would at least be able to pass the message to the others. Myra now realized that the situation was more serious than she had expected it to be. This is no longer about the riots; these people are trying to detain and kidnap me! She reached a trembling hand over to

to say before Chris grabbed onto her hair and tugged her head toward the ground. Myra forced her eyes shut in pain, and she felt her left forehead slamming against a rock as she fell onto the ground. At that moment, all she felt was a sharp, blinding

he let out a cold scoff as he walked toward Myra and kicked her a few times. After that, he crouched down and spoke to her in a cold, soft voice. “Miss Stark, most of the men at the construction site have been abstinent for a long while. I wouldn’t put up too much of a fight if I were you. I’m not a cruel man; I’ll let you

the men locking her alone in the hut. She could still hear Chris’s voice echoing in her head. How long are they going to keep me here? What are they going to do to me? All of the workers here are madmen; I’m afraid they might… Her

entire world had abandoned her then. I don’t even know if Tilly managed to leave; I don’t even know if she managed to find someone who can help

she heard the voices of men outside the hut. The darkness that surrounded her felt like a beast

face, and it made her skin uncomfortably tight. Just then, she heard the nearing sounds of police sirens that came from outside the hut. Her gaze was blurry; she couldn’t seem to bring herself to react to whatever was occurring outside. Myra simply wrapped her arms around herself as she

door behind Myra was thrown open with a loud bam. The entire door fell onto the ground, sending dust up into the air. Sunlight shone into the insides of the dark hut. Myra gradually turned her body around, looking as though she was still stuck in