The Untouchable Woman

"Where's the album?" Rachel asked coldly.

"Well, you'll have to put in a good word for me with Deputy Director Hall. If he's happy and gives me more screen time, I'll gladly hand over the album," Danielle said softly, her tone sweet but clearly threatening.

"Alright, since you're here, have a drink first," Deputy Director Hall said, pouring a full glass of red wine and gesturing for Rachel to drink.

Rachel shot a glare at Danielle, realizing she was actually willing to trade her out for better acting opportunities.

Danielle picked up the wine and handed it to Rachel, whispering, "Sister, you ruined my chances before. It's only fair you make it up to me now. Besides, if you make Deputy Director Hall happy, your life might get a bit easier. I'm doing this for your own good."

"I've never heard anyone justify pimping with such clarity and elegance," Rachel said, knocking the glass away and spilling wine all over the floor.

"Don't you want the photo album?" Danielle hissed through gritted teeth.

"I never planned to trade my body for it," Rachel replied. If that's what it took, her mother would never approve anyway.

Just as she turned to leave, Deputy Director Hall spoke up.

"Oh, so you're not giving me any respect, huh? Do you still think you're the girlfriend of the Patel Family's eldest son? Danielle told me you're just a street cleaner now. When I offer you a drink, it's a favor!"

"I don't need your charity," Rachel said firmly.

Fueled by alcohol, Deputy Director Hall stormed over to Rachel and slapped her hard across the face. "When I tell you to drink, you drink! You're just a washed-up nobody now, so stop acting high and mighty!"

With that, he grabbed a bottle and started forcing the liquor down Rachel's throat. She tried to push him away, but his strength far outmatched hers, especially with Danielle helping him.

Deputy Director Hall appreciated Danielle's assistance. "Danielle, you really know how to behave. I'll talk to the director about getting you more scenes."

Danielle redoubled her efforts. "Thank you, Deputy Director Hall. My sister doesn't know any better, so please forgive her."

Rachel had no idea how much alcohol had been forced into her. Her tolerance was low, and she was already feeling pretty drunk. She struggled to maintain her last bit of consciousness. "I... I need to go home..."

"Sure, I'll take you home later," Deputy Director Hall said, his eyes filled with lust as he held Rachel close. She wasn't the most beautiful woman, but the thought of her being First Young Master Ralph's ex-girlfriend excited him.

Just then, Deputy Director Hall's phone rang. He was about to ignore it, but when he saw the caller ID, he decided to answer. It was the director, his older brother, who had helped him get the deputy director position.

As he listened to the call, Deputy Director Hall's face turned pale, and he suddenly sobered up. His breathing became rapid.

"How is this possible... How could she... She's just a janitor with no background. Even if she used to date Ralph, he has a fiancée now and doesn't care about her anymore. Otherwise, why would he let his ex-girlfriend work as a janitor?"

"The bottom line is, you can't touch this woman. She must leave safely tonight. The company president personally called me and stressed this. If anything happens to her tonight, the whole crew will be disbanded tomorrow. And as for you, don't even think about working in Shen City again," the director warned. The president's serious tone had left him deeply unsettled.

"How is this possible? Billions in investment, and now they want to disband?" Deputy Director Hall couldn't believe it. "Who is this woman, anyway?"

"How should I know? But you started this mess, and if you so much as touch a hair on her head, you'll regret it!" Director He snapped. "How is she now? Is she okay?"

Deputy Director Hall was on the verge of tears. He didn't dare mention that he had already slapped Rachel and forced her to drink half a bottle of wine.

Rachel was stumbling towards the door of the private room, trying to leave.

Danielle stepped forward to stop her. Sacrificing a half-sister was nothing if it meant she could become famous.

But what Danielle didn't expect was for Deputy Director Hall to rush over and slap her hard. Danielle staggered and nearly fell to the ground.

"Why are you stopping her?" Deputy Director Hall was furious with Danielle. If it weren't for her, he wouldn't be in this mess!

Danielle looked at Deputy Director Hall in shock as he respectfully opened the door for Rachel to leave. "Deputy Director Hall, what are you doing?"

"Are you trying to ruin me? Who is your sister really? Who's the big shot backing her?" Deputy Director Hall demanded.

Danielle was bewildered. A big shot? Did Rachel have someone powerful behind her? She had no idea!

Rachel stumbled out of the private room. The alcohol made her steps unsteady, and her vision blurred.

She needed to get home. Staying out like this was dangerous.

Her rational mind was screaming at her to head home, but her body wasn't cooperating.

Where to go... where...

A blurry figure appeared in her vision.

That figure gave her a sense of familiarity and safety, as if as long as it was there, she would be safe.

Step by step, Rachel moved toward the figure. Finally, she reached it and looked up. Her eyes were almost out of focus, but her lips curved into a relieved smile. "Jeffrey..."

The next moment, Rachel's eyelids, which she had been struggling to keep open, finally shut, and her swaying body began to fall.

A strong arm caught her before she hit the ground. Jeffrey stared at the flushed face of the woman in his arms, his fingers gently tracing the obvious slap mark on her cheek. His eyes darkened with a hint of coldness.

"Master Jeffrey," Finn said cautiously, putting away his phone. "Miss Diaz was forced to drink some wine and then slapped."

"Is that so? Whoever slapped her, make sure they lose their hand," Jeffrey replied, lifting Rachel effortlessly and carrying her back to the car.

Finn shivered. Was Master Jeffrey really standing up for Rachel? Even when his fiancée died, he hadn't done anything. But now, for the person responsible for the accident back then...

Inside the car, Jeffrey couldn't take his eyes off the glaring mark on Rachel's cheek. She was supposed to be just a game to him, but why did seeing her hurt make him so angry? Was it sympathy? Since when did he start feeling sympathy for anyone?

When Rachel woke up, the first thing she saw was the ceiling of her small apartment and a familiar face.

"Jeffrey!" Rachel shot up, only to be hit by a wave of dizziness. She gasped in pain and took a moment to steady herself. "How... how did I get back? I was at the club..."

The events in the private room replayed in her mind, and her face darkened.

"I saw you coming out of the club and brought you back," Jeffrey said.

"But I never told you I was going there."

"I overheard the address when you were on the phone," he explained. "Do you want some water? It might help you feel better."

He handed her a glass of warm water.

She took a few sips and finally felt a bit better.

"Did I do anything weird after I got drunk?" she couldn't help but ask.