I Became His Sweetheart

It was a girl's voice.

Aman with rough scars on his face held a knife menacingly against the girl’s cheek and threatened, “Shut up, or I’ll kill you.” Another man was stepping on her chest, laughing.

The girl was terrified and could only nod in compliance.

Seeing her submission, the two men became even more brazen. “Sweetie, it's been a while since my friend and | had some fun. As long as you serve us well, we'll let you go when we're done.”

The girl started crying, her sobs barely audible. With sinister grins, the two men started to touch her inappropriately.

Just as they had unbuttoned two buttons of her shirt, they heard a sudden heavy thud from behind. One of the men clutched his bleeding head and let out a scream before collapsing.

The scar—faced man was taken aback by the sudden turn of events. He turned around to find a woman standing there. Sheena was holding her high heels. She was dressed in a sharp white pantsuit and exuded a powerful presence.

The scar-faced man’s eyes lit up when he saw her. “Wow! What a fierce beauty. | like that.”

Sheena toyed with the high heels in her hand and snorted, “Do you think you’re worthy of me?NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

The man cursed at Sheena and charged toward her with a small knife.

Sheena easily suppressed him in a matter of seconds, leaving him incapacitated on the floor.

The terrified girl curled up, trembling in fear. Her eyes were filled with horror.

Her cheeks seemed a bit flushed as if she had been drinking.

Watching her cower, Sheena suddenly felt a pang in her heart, and a fleeting image flashed in her mind. She shook her head, dispelling the strange feeling completely.

Perhaps it was just a hallucination because she was too tired.

Sheena did not dwell on it and focused on the girl, who appeared to be around 18, huddled in the corner. “You're safe now. Go home,” Sheena said.

With that, she turned to leave, but the girl suddenly grabbed her wrist.

The girl pleased, “I was out drinking with friends, and | got separated from them just now. Those two thugs smashed my phone. Can you please take me home?”

Seeing Sheena hesitate, the girl continued, “My name is Aster Jaymes. Please, I’m begging you. Please help me.*/

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Sheena glanced at her phone and found that it was already 9.30 p.m.

It was quite late, and the training base was remote, which could be unsafe.

“Let's go. Where do you live?” She asked.

“Number 308, Fairville.” Aster followed Sheena, holding onto her hand tightly as if she was trying hard to find a sense of security. Once in the car, Aster quickly dozed off. Sheena occasionally glanced at her through the rearview mirror, adjusting her driving to be smoother once she saw Aster asleep.

About twenty minutes later, Aster was still sleeping soundly in the back seat. With her phone almost out of battery, Sheena called Aster a couple of times, wanting to ask for more specific directions. Seeing that she was asleep, Sheena decided not to disturb her further and followed her memory to choose a route.

The car windows remained shut, and the atmosphere inside was serene. Suddenly, Sheena realized that something was amiss!

Aster claimed that she had been out drinking with friends. Although her cheeks were flushed, Sheena did not smell any alcohol on her.

In other words, she had not been drinking at all! Moreover, the training base was situated in a remote area with no pubs or busy areas around.

When Sheena realized she had been tricked, she suddenly felt a rush of wind by her ear. Almost instinctively, she reached back and grabbed the hand swinging toward her aggressively.

Her quick reflexes stopped a syringe about two millimeters away from her neck.