Adam whispered, "Beg me," the words making Celine's heart race. He studied her intently. A few days had passed since their last meeting, and she seemed more distant. When their gazes met, her expression was stern, as if she were facing a stranger. He deliberately provoked her; her fiery glare eventually reignited a flicker of vibrancy.

"Beg me, and I'll take you away," Adam said.

He understood her struggle, but still wanted her to plead. Celine refused. She didn't need his help and didn't want to be indebted to him.

"Mr. Alvarez, please let me go!" Celine exclaimed, pushing herself off his lap in a desperate attempt to escape. She flung open the door and left, unwilling to remain.

Donald quickly stood, asking, "Mr. Alvarez, shall we depart?" He hesitated to leave without Adam's approval, but Adam remained silent. Interpreting the silence as consent, Donald swiftly exited.

Adam's expression turned cold and dark, instantly capturing everyone's attention. Worried glances were exchanged; they wondered what was wrong.

Celine and Nikki were seized by bodyguards and shoved into Donald's luxury car. Terrified, Nikki huddled in the corner.

Donald turned to Celine. "What did Mr. Alvarez say to you?"

Celine remained silent.

Donald pinched her cheek. "You're quite a character, aren't you? Sitting on Mr. Alvarez's lap? That's certainly a first."

Celine scowled, struggling to free herself. "Keep your filthy hands off me!"

She failed. Her delicate skin reddened from the pinch, and Donald's eyes gleamed with fierce intensity.

"I intended to enjoy our time at the hotel, but now I can't contain myself. You even dared to sit on Mr. Alvarez's lap, but now, I have you all to myself. Haha."

He leaned over and pushed Celine down into the seat, disregarding their surroundings as he reached to tear her clothes.

Nikki intervened, rushing to Donald's side. "Please, Donald, let us go! We're still students. We're not…" she pleaded desperately.

"Stay away from me!" Donald shouted, waving her off.

Nikki stumbled back, hitting her head on the glass window. She paled with pain.

"Nikki!" Celine cried out, concerned.

Donald restrained Celine and began to remove his pants. "Beauty, it's time for some fun."

Celine had planned to deal with Donald at the hotel, but now felt she needed to act sooner. She reached for the silver needle at her waist.

At that moment, the driver exclaimed, "Mr. Holt, we're being followed!"

Donald sat up and glanced in the rearview mirror. He saw a Rolls-Royce Phantom. His expression changed upon realizing it was Adam's car. He couldn't believe he was following them.

"Mr. Alvarez?" Donald was surprised.

Instantly, the Rolls-Royce Phantom barreled forward, slamming into Donald's car with a deafening crash. The impact was ruthless and harsh. The world-renowned Rolls-Royce, a symbol of sheer power, crumpled the rear of Donald's vehicle. Tires screeched as Donald's car lurched to a halt.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom's driver's door opened, and Adam stepped out, tall and handsome. He walked to Donald's car and opened the back door.