Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 150: Chapter 150

A passionate night could indeed make one forget their troubles, if only for a while.
Eugene finally carried Lorraine to bed, gently soothing her until she was nearly asleep before quietly leaving.
Lorraine instinctively caught his pinky finger, murmuring, "Eugene..."
"What is it?" Eugene asked softly.
"Could you tell Bailey and Baylor not to follow me when I'm going to school later?" Lorraine mumbled sleepily.
Eugene paused, thinking, 'She's still worried about her studies?' Then he nodded and said, "Alright, I'll let them know."
"Yeah," Lorraine murmured and then fell asleep.
Eugene planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, then rose and headed into the walk-in closet to pick out and change into fresh clothes. Afterward, he summoned Bailey and Baylor inside. He instructed, "Clean up the living room and mop the floor thoroughly."
"Got it, sir," Bailey replied.
Eugene paused, then added, "Don't go near the bedroom. And make sure every shard of porcelain is cleared from the floor." He hadn't forgotten Lorraine's habit of padding around barefoot.
Bailey replied, "Yes, sir."
Eugene said, "She might go to school later. You two don't need to follow her."
"Understood," Bailey replied.
Lorraine didn't wake up until evening. Sheila's call jolted Lorraine awake.
"Lorraine, you'd better come to school," Sheila said, her voice low and somber, carrying an unspoken weight.
Lorraine sensed something was wrong, but didn't press. She simply replied, "Got it. I'll be right there."
After hanging up, Lorraine quickly got herself ready, pulled her hair into a ponytail, and went into the walk-in closet for clothes. Then she noticed all her pants had been moved to the bottom rack, with only dresses hanging above.
She wondered, 'Could Eugene have done this? But he doesn't seem like the type who'd do something like this.'
Still feeling puzzled, Lorraine grabbed a navy blue dress and threw on her leather biker jacket. She slipped back into her white sneakers and headed out.
Bailey and Baylor were still at their pudding and taco stand, but still had no customers. Seeing Lorraine about to leave, they greeted her but made no move to stop her.
Remembering Shirin, Lorraine casually took some tacos that Baylor had prepared to bring to Shirin. Just as Lorraine stepped out of Antiquity Lane, she spotted a pristine, flashy white car parked conspicuously nearby.
In this neighborhood, where residents rarely saw such expensive vehicles, it instantly became the center of attention.
Lorraine instantly recognized the car as Ian's. She immediately spun around and quickened her pace in the opposite direction. The sound of a car door opening behind her made her bolt.
She thought, 'That creep is back again. Annoying.' She ran faster. But the faster she ran, the faster Ian closed in behind her.
Twisting through Antiquity Lane, Lorraine finally couldn't run anymore. As she rounded a corner, the tacos in her hands spilled and rolled across the ground. She didn't even stop picking them up, just darted into the nearest shop to hide.
Ian was right on her heels, stepping in with effortless grace. Even after chasing Lorraine for so long, he didn't look the least bit disheveled. He was impeccably dressed in an elegant white suit and paired it with a pink shirt.
In the breast pocket of his jacket sat a neatly folded pink pocket square, perfectly matching his shirt and giving his whole look a designer's touch.
Lorraine thought to herself, 'What a peacock.'
Ian inclined his head with practiced elegance and said, "What a pleasant coincidence, Lorraine."
Lorraine retorted, "Coincidence? You're stalking me."
Ian shrugged and asked, "Is this street yours? Does it have your name on it?"
Lorraine fell silent. She had no idea how to deal with someone this shameless.
"Are you hiding from me in here?" Ian asked.
"Who says? I'm just here to shop," Lorraine snapped. Then she quickly turned away to reach for the flowers on display, pretending to examine them.
"Who knew your hobby was browsing coffin shops?" Ian quipped, casually gesturing behind her.
Lorraine spun around and saw a huge, pitch-black coffin looming right there. She almost burst into tears. She thought, 'Just my luck.'
She said defiantly, "I just like it, okay? It's just the cycle of life. As a future doctor, I'm just researching the market."
She quickly pulled her hand back, determined not to show any weakness. She thought, 'No way am I backing down to this creep.'
Ian said, "Alright, what do you want? It's on me."
Lorraine shot him a glare and stomped out, fuming.
As she brushed past him, Ian suddenly reached out, his slender fingers threading through her ponytail.
By the time Lorraine came to her senses, her hair had fallen completely loose, and the hair tie was now caught between his fingers.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lorraine cried out, startled. She thought, 'Last time he took off my shoes, and now he's yanking out my hair tie. Is he out of his mind or what?'
Ian smirked, "You look better with your hair down." He twirled the hair tie around his finger twice, then, with a careless flick, sent it flying.
The hair tie sailed through the air and landed in a nearby puddle, vanishing from sight.
Lorraine froze in shock. She thought, 'Sure, that hair tie is cheap, but it is still mine. How dare he just take it? Who does he think he is? Psycho!'
Ian said, "Look at you, absolutely stunning, like a delicate lady." His eyes were slightly upturned, and his lips curled into an even more devilish smile.
"I could also be ruthless," Lorraine snapped, unable to contain her anger any longer.
Ian just chuckled, completely unfazed by her temper, his smile as gentle and charming as ever. He asked, "Miss Morgan le Fay, are you free tonight?"
"Not a chance," Lorraine shot back without even thinking.
Ian said, "I've just arrived in Auretian and I'm hosting a party tonight. Would you be my date?"
"You probably need a male date, don't you?" Lorraine shot back, her tone laced with sarcasm. She thought, 'A man with hair that long is either gay or just effeminate.'
Ian asked, "Not interested?"
Lorraine insisted, "Not a chance!"
"Alright then," Ian said. He casually slipped one hand into his pocket and, with a lazy tilt of his head, snapped his fingers. "You can all come out now," he called out.
"Who's there?" Lorraine exclaimed as her eyes darted warily around and her body tensed.
Suddenly, dozens of black-suited bodyguards materialized from nowhere, swiftly encircling Lorraine.
"Ms. Shaw, please come with us," Ian's assistant said politely but firmly.
Lorraine stammered, "In broad daylight, you can't just take me away like this." Inwardly, she fumed, 'These damn psychos!'
"Ian ordered, 'Make sure she's ready. Tonight, I want to see her looking stunning and full of life." Then he walked over and gently brushed some imaginary dust off his assistant's jacket and asked in a warm tone, "Understood?"
"Yes, sir!" the assistant stammered nervously. With his thick glasses, he caught a clear glimpse of Ian's expression.
Ian's lips curled into a smile as sharp and alluring as a fishhook, capable of reeling in any woman's heart. But only those who truly knew the Pedler family understood just how terrifying that smile could be, and how dire its consequences could be.
Ian withdrew his hand with a satisfied smile and said, "I'll take my leave now. I'll be expecting you tonight, Lorraine."
Then, he turned and walked straight out of the alley, stepping over the grimy, puddle-strewn cobblestones. Elegant as ever, he moved with grace amidst the filth.
Lorraine shouted, "Ian, if you force me to go, I swear I'll ruin your party and make sure everyone laughs at you for bringing the worst date ever."
She thought, 'So he wants me to go? Fine. If I go, I'll just go there and mess everything up.'
"I'm looking forward to it," Ian replied. He turned, flashing Lorraine a deceptively gentle smile.
Lorraine seethed, wishing she could slap him. But with the crowd pressing in around her, all she could do was watch helplessly as Ian disappeared into the distance.
Earlier, her only thought had been to shake off Ian. She hadn't even considered running toward the palatial stone manor. Now, with only a crowd of confused bystanders around her, there was no one else she could rely on for help.
Lorraine steeled herself, then dramatically threw herself to the ground, rolling around and shouting, "Help! They're human traffickers. Someone save me!"
The assistant froze in confusion, completely caught off guard by her antics. "Ms. Shaw, please calm down," he stammered.
Lorraine cried hysterically, tears and snot streaming down her face. She shouted, "How am I supposed to calm down when you're trying to kidnap me off to god-knows-where? Somebody help me!"
At her shout, the onlookers surged forward, instantly scattering the bodyguards in their wake.
One person shouted, "Get the human traffickers!"
Another chimed in, "Don't let them get away!"
Someone shouted, "Call the police!"
The crowd poured in like marbles spilled, turning the scene into utter chaos. No matter how tough the bodyguards were, they couldn't withstand the crush and were soon separated.
Lorraine seized the chance to scramble to get out, staying low while darting away, too terrified to stand up.
The assistant's sharp eyes caught her, and he instantly gave chase.
Too terrified to look back, Lorraine sprinted desperately toward the palatial stone manor. She told herself, 'Faster, faster. If I can just see Bailey and Baylor, I'll be safe. Just a few more blocks to go.'
Icy wind clawed at her throat, each breath like swallowing razor blades. She took a turn and bumped into something hard. Before she could react, a handkerchief was pressed over her mouth and nose.
A strange, sweet scent filled her senses. As her breathing grew shallow, darkness crept in. She fought to hold on, but the drug's effect was too strong. Everything went black, and she lost consciousness.
The last thing Lorraine saw before everything went black was Ian's smiling face. It was so gentle, yet it never reached his eyes. His violet gaze was like a poisonous datura flower: both mesmerizingly beautiful and utterly terrifying.
Ian straightened up, his eyes flickering with helplessness and icy detachment. Letting out a quiet sigh, he murmured, "This little wildcat truly is hard to tame."
The assistant and bodyguards caught up and stood behind Ian, unmoving.
Ian bent down and scooped Lorraine up off the ground. His entourage immediately closed in around him, forming a tight human shield.
Even the most curious of onlookers craned their necks, but couldn't catch even a single glimpse inside.
Ian led his entourage, expertly evading all the surveillance cameras, and vanished into the thronging crowds at the entrance of Antiquity Lane.