Starting Over, Standing Tall - Chapter 5

He said this word by word in my ear, then push me in front of Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao put his arm around my waist, his eyes glazed.

“They say a woman’s waist is like a willow branch, and today I’ve witnessed it. Don’t worry, I promised Noah, I’ll just touch you. I won’t do anything else. Dance until I’m satisfied and I’ll agree to the deal with the song group.”

I stared at Noah in disbelief.

Everyone knew Mr. Zhao was obsessed with waists. He couldn’t resist a woman with a slim waist.

Last time, a client sent him a woman with a slim waist, and he supposedly sent her to the hospital.

Her waist was fractured. I broke free from Mr. Zhao’s embrace, but Noah grabbed me.

“Sarah, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a touch. It won’t hurt. This is your bargaining chip.”

So this was the price of divorce.

The moment the door closed, I fell into despair.

The scent of aphrodisiac filled the air.

A hand grabbed my waist.

I picked up a wine bottle from the table and tried to hit the person behind me, but he grabbed my hand.

The bottle hit my forehead and I fell to the ground.

My collar ripped. I wanted to bite my tongue and saw my parents and sister.

“Sarah, it’s our fault. We didn’t accompany you when you grew up. Sister, live well.”

Like seeing light in the darkness, I bit Mr. Zhao’s finger. He winced in pain.

I took the chance to push open the door and run. Passing a room, the door was a jar.

Noah pinned Vivien against the wall, kissing her fiercely.

“Noah, should we check on Sarah? I’m worried about her.”

“What’s there to worry about? I told Mr. Zhao he won’t touch her. Besides, I want to punish her. She’s been too disobedient lately.”

Just as I was about to push open the door, Mr. Zhao’s bodyguards found me and dragged me back.

Heartbroken, I simply ran into the wall.

Before losing consciousness, I seemed to see my parents and sister smiling at me.

Mom, dad, sister, Sarah might break her promise. Sarah’s coming to you.

An hour later, Noah opened the door to room 708.

He was expecting to see me repentant.

His steps halted.

I wasn’t there.

There were broken glass shards on the floor and blood.