Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph
Chapter 158 After All, I Still Had a Conscience

I peeked out quietly. A guy had his back to me, and the waiter in front of him was turning around with a tray of drinks.

Once the waiter headed into the banquet hall, the guy turned around. I quickly pulled my head back and darted into the restroom. When the footsteps outside faded away, I opened the door and slipped back into the banquet hall.

I spotted the same waiter standing next to Faye, handing her a drink.

Faye was always polite in public, never acting like a diva. From her lip movements, it looked like she thanked the waiter.

The waiter left right after serving the drink, not sticking around for even a second.

Faye clinked glasses with the director next to her and downed the wine without a second thought.

Someone clapped and cheered. "Didn't expect you to be so bold. I like it."

Then, they raised their glass and toasted Faye again.

Staring at the empty glass, I felt like I had a rock stuck in my throat.

I actually wanted to shout out earlier. But for some reason, I hesitated, and the words got stuck.

I figured it was better not to meddle in other people's business and avoid making a fool of myself. After a while, Faye had a few more rounds with them, and her face turned bright red. Ethan seemed deep in conversation on the other side and didn't notice anything else. About ten minutes later, I heard Faye say she was heading to the restroom.

She got up and walked unsteadily; she was probably drunk.

Driven by some impulse, I followed her and saw Faye being carried away by two guys. Faye seemed out cold and didn't resist at all.

Leaning against the wall, I was so nervous I could hear my heartbeat loud and clear.

Faye and I weren't close and could even be considered enemies. In this situation, the best move was to pretend I didn't see anything.

I thought, 'Yeah, just pretend I didn't see anything! Pretend I didn't see anything!'

After mentally prepping myself, I was ready to head back to the banquet hall.

But after a few steps, I stopped again.

After a moment, I turned and quickly ran in the direction where Faye had been taken.

I might be foolish, but I couldn't just ignore it. After all, I still had a conscience.

Whether we were friends or enemies didn't matter; I had to be true to my conscience.

The emergency exit they took was really secluded, so no one would likely pass by. No one noticed Faye being taken away.

Since Faye didn't resist, anyone who saw them would think she was just a drunk being helped by friends.

I followed them to the back door of the hotel, where a van was parked. They tossed Faye into the van and were about to close the door. "You can't take her."

I ran over and grabbed the door.

"Lady, I advise you not to meddle." One of the guys with a mustache glared at me fiercely.

I held on tight. "This is kidnapping, it's illegal. If you let her go now, I'll pretend I didn't see anything."

Faye, lying in the van, seemed to have a faint consciousness. She struggled to open her eyes and mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The mustache guy sneered sarcastically. "Pretend you didn't see anything? You're not blind. Since you've seen everything, we'll have to take you too."

He grabbed my collar and dragged me into the van.

I was thrown next to Faye, and the door slammed shut as the van drove away from the hotel.

I didn't scream or shout; I just looked up at the bright lights of the hotel through the window, which quickly became distant.

Ethan would eventually notice we were missing, and he would definitely track us down.

Seeing that I was relatively calm, they didn't tie me up.

Taking advantage of their inattention, I quietly reached into my pocket.

But the mustache guy noticed and snatched my phone.

"Trying to call for help? If you were scared, you shouldn't have meddled."

He also took Faye's phone. He was about to throw them out the window. But after realizing they were good phones, he turned them off and put them in his pocket.

The van stopped in a remote area. In the faint moonlight, I could see an abandoned factory not far away.

When we were pushed inside with our hands and feet tied, the smell of mold and rust hit me hard.

We were thrown into a corner, and a dim light came on.

"Stay put," the mustache guy said before leaving with the others.

I looked around the place in the dim light.

It seemed to be an old hardware factory, with metal scraps scattered everywhere. The walls were cracked from years of neglect, and several puddles were on the floor, probably from leaks. "I never thought I'd get to be with a celebrity in my life. I could die happy now."

Voices came from outside.

Another person spat. "Look at you, getting excited over nothing. So what if she's a movie star?"

"It's different. Didn't you see her face? She's so pretty, and that body."

"You guys are just talking big. It's Quade Dean who wants her."

Faye, weak and leaning against the wall, seemed to hear their conversation. She shook her head slightly, trying to stand up but failing.

I, on the other hand, was surprisingly calm because, at this point, panic and fear wouldn't help.

Looking back, it seemed absurd and laughable that I ended up in this situation for a woman who wanted to steal my husband.

But I didn't regret it; at least I could live with my conscience.

I sighed softly. "Ethan once said that a woman should know how to respect herself and never get drunk in front of strangers."

Faye's eyes were dim, and she didn't speak. I could tell she regretted it.

But even if she regretted it deeply, it was too late now.

I didn't know how much time had passed. But I felt Faye gradually regaining consciousness, looking around constantly, probably assessing any chance of escape.

I guessed that Faye's drink had been spiked earlier, and now the drug's effect was wearing off, though she was still somewhat drunk.

They kept talking outside without coming in. I actually hoped they would drag it out longer, giving Ethan a better chance to find us.

But things wouldn't go as we wished.

"Quade," I heard someone call outside.

I didn't know who Quade was; I had no impression of such a person.

Soon, the large iron door was pushed open, and the men who had kidnapped us walked in, surrounding a stranger.

This must be Quade. He licked his lips, looked at Faye, then at me, and smiled lewdly. "I asked you to bring back one woman, and what? You got a buy-one-get-one-free deal?"

The mustache man next to him laughed obsequiously. "Quade, we followed your orders and brought back this celebrity. But this woman saw us and wouldn't let us leave. So we had no choice but to bring her along to avoid trouble." Quade glanced at me and laughed. "Quite bold, aren't you, meddling in other people's business?"

The mustached man rubbed his hands and looked at me with ill intentions.

"Quade, if you think this woman is unnecessary, leave her to us. We've been craving, haha!"

I glared at the mustache man, but Quade ignored him. He walked over, bent down, and grabbed Faye's chin, forcing her to lift her head. His other hand reached to unbutton Faye's clothes. Faye clung to his hand, her mouth distorted and unable to speak, her eyes filled with terror.

I couldn't stand it anymore and shouted, "Stop! Don't touch her. She's still virgin. Have some decency."

"Mind your own business."

The mustached man, trying to please Quade, slapped me hard. My face burned instantly.

"She's still a virgin?" Quade let go and mockingly repeated my words.

Taking advantage of Quade letting go, Faye shrank into the corner.

"Even if you changed your face, I wouldn't mistake you. Did you get a hymen repair while you were at it?"

Quade's words made everyone laugh.

But I caught something in his words.

Did they know Faye? Or did they have some grudge against her?

Quade folded his arms and looked at Faye with a smug smile. "Tell me, can you honestly say you're a virgin? That's hilarious."

Faye lowered her head, biting her lip, trembling all over.

"If you've forgotten, I can help you remember," Quade said, reaching into his pocket for his phone.

The mustached man, knowing what Quade was about to do, nervously tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Quade, won't this cause problems? If Simon finds out, he'll be furious." Quade snorted dismissively. "If we don't tell, how will he know? You brought the woman here. If you're scared, step aside."

Driven by lust, the men threw caution to the wind and nodded vigorously. "Quade's right. If we don't say anything, no one will know."

Quade searched his phone, then smiled as strange sounds emerged. He turned it towards us.

I was stunned-I couldn't believe cheerful Faye had such a past.

Beside me, Faye was gasping for air as if she were suffocating.

The video undoubtedly reopened her wounds.

Suddenly, Faye screamed hysterically. Tied up and unable to move, she banged her head against the wall, breaking down.

Quade turned up the volume, enjoying it, while the others laughed.

Tears streamed down her face, ruining her makeup.

I couldn't believe I felt sympathy for her.

Faye might not be a good girl, but no one deserved to be punished like this.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to stay calm as I looked at them.

"You keep evidence like this. Aren't you afraid we'll report you?"

I thought my words might have some effect, but they didn't.

Quade wasn't scared at all; instead, he laughed arrogantly.

"Report us? Go ahead. The media loves gossip. What should the headline be? 'Innocent Starlet's Scandalous Video Leaked'?"

I understood why Quade was so arrogant.

If Faye could have reported it, she would have.

But doing so would ruin her reputation, crucial for her budding career in the entertainment industry. This video could destroy her dreams of becoming a star. "So, you better behave," Quade said.