Chapter 124

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Christina demanded, her voice icy.

"You're my muse. From the moment I first saw you, I was hooked," Matthew said, stepping closer, his eyes gleaming with a creepy obsession.

Christina felt nothing but disgust and fear.

Matthew was a total psycho, sneaking into her room in the middle of the night.

"Get out, or I'm calling the cops."

"You're meant to be my goddess," Matthew said, taking another step forward, his face twisted and terrifying like a demon.

Christina's hand fumbled beside her.

She remembered there were some decorative items on the nightstand.

But Matthew noticed her intention and grabbed her hands, pinning her to the bed, his tongue flicking out to lick her.

Thankfully, she dodged just in time.

But she was trapped, unable to move.

"What do you want?" Christina was nearly breathless with fear.

Matthew caressed her face with one hand, his eyes filled with a twisted obsession. "Stay here with me in this castle. I'm the Duke, and you'll be my Duchess."

This guy was a complete lunatic.

He looked frail, but his strength was overwhelming. She couldn't break free at all!

Suddenly, Matthew lunged at her.

Christina didn't give up. She kicked him hard in the groin, and Matthew's face twisted in pain as he stumbled back and fell off the bed.

She seized the opportunity and bolted for the door.

Matthew, like a crazed beast, lunged and grabbed her. "Where do you think you're going?"

Christina struggled and screamed, "Let go of me, you psycho!"

"I am a psycho. Do you know how much my heart raced when I first saw you? You walked down that hallway like my queen, finally crossing mountains and seas to find me."

Matthew's crazed ranting, combined with his grotesque expression in the dark, was terrifying.

Christina defended herself, grabbing anything she could find and throwing it at him.

She reached the door and was about to open it when she heard the lock click. But Matthew caught up, grabbing her slender ankle and dragging her to the floor.

Matthew pounced on her.

Christina kicked him again, but this time Matthew was ready. He grabbed her ankle and laughed.

"The same trick won't work twice. That kick really hurt. You owe me for that."

Christina almost vomited.

Just then, the door burst open, and Walter appeared, turning on the light.

"What the hell are you doing?" Walter demanded.

Matthew's expression changed when he saw Walter.

"What's your relationship with her?"

"You sick freak, I'll kill you!" Walter charged at him, forcing Matthew to dodge in panic.

Matthew was no match for him. He ran to the door, pointing angrily. "You'll regret this!"

Walter wanted to chase him down and beat him senseless.

But Matthew disappeared behind a wall, and when Walter reached it, the stone seams closed. He couldn't find the mechanism to open it.

Christina caught up. "Don't chase him."

"That psycho seems to have some connection to this hotel. We should leave now." Walter recalled the terrifying scene.

Luckily, he had been a light sleeper and heard the commotion next door, or the consequences would have been unimaginable!

Christina nodded, still trembling with fear. "He has a key to my room. We need to leave immediately."

Walter agreed.

"I'll pack our things!"

"Okay." Christina quickly returned to her room.

Matthew stumbled into the top-floor conference room.

"What happened to you? Why do you look so disheveled?"

A woman sat behind a large desk, exhaling cigar smoke. Her red lips were particularly striking.

"Sis, you have to help me. Someone attacked me."

"What? Someone dared to do that on our turf?" The woman slammed the desk, her eyes flashing with anger.

"Sis! Hurry, or they'll get away." Matthew gritted his teeth. "We can't let them leave the hotel."

"Alright." The woman stubbed out her cigar.

Christina and Walter got into the elevator after packing.

The elevator descended for a while before malfunctioning, plummeting rapidly.

Christina was terrified, pressing all the buttons. Walter held her tightly. "It's okay, I'm here."

The elevator suddenly shot back up.

It stopped at a floor, the display showing gibberish, and the doors opened to darkness.

Moonlight streamed through a skylight, casting eerie shadows.

They exchanged glances.

Walter cleared his throat. "Let's find another way out."

Christina nodded. "Okay!"

They quickly exited. This was a floor they had never been to, with a large platform offering a view outside, but it was too high to escape from.

They found a staircase and were about to go down when Christina was yanked back, falling to the ground. A wall appeared, separating them.

Walter realized there was no way back, only a wall.

He pounded on it in frustration. "What do you want?"

Silence.

Christina was dragged into a large office and tied to the wall.

A woman, barely visible in the dark, stood out with her red lips.

"Do you know what happens to those who mess with the Moore Family? You're not leaving."

"The Moore Family?" Christina repeated, realizing something. "It was Matthew. He snuck into my room!"

Before she could finish, a whip cracked down.

"Silence!"