His Devious Rule

Anya tried to sneak into the audience section but the venue was tightly guarded. She didn't have time to disguise herself. Hence she went to the balcony to check around as she asked Senon, "Where is the model right now?"

The reason why Senon couldn't take the lead was, that a model was scared to death in the green room. The criminal had notified her to take his car right after the show. Failing to do so, he had threatened her with her nude pictures taken when she was changing during a show.

She was completely aware that she would never be able to get freedom becoming their s*x slave. But she couldn't go against him either as the criminal would leak her pictures and end her career, shame her family. She didn't have enough confidence to face him.

Hence her psychological state was very sensitive, Senon could frighten her which might lead to the suicide of the model. They couldn't use the cops as it will alert the criminal. Thus there Anya was, to save the situation.

Since she couldn't enter the audience to find that man, she chose to take care of the model first.

Senon responded to Anya, [The model went to the washroom, she isn't out from there yet. Skye…] He started doubting if the model did something to herself.

The three models had suicided and four models were found missing in a year. Senon received the mission just a month ago, he hoped nobody dies again.

Anya checked the architecture of the building before she ran out towards the fire exit. "I got a plan."

She missed Alvin who entered the venue when she rushed inside the fire exit. Grabbing the fire extinguisher, she climbed the half section of the stairs. With three rigorous tries, she managed to break the glass wall.

[Skye, careful….] He said watching her on the security footage.

Anya held the pipe and climbed down. Looking inside the exhaust of the restroom, she saw nobody inside. Not even the model. Thus she kicked the glass and jumped inside. her jacket tore off hooking to the sharp edge of the glass.

Unlike the luxurious hotel restrooms, the restroom of the greenroom was as in the malls. A row of water closets was facing the huge mirror with good lighting. The strong smell of rose and Jasmine lingered in the room to maintain the freshness in the restroom.

"Bella… Bella… Are you there? Bella…" Anya called out as she opened each door of the restroom until her hand pressed on the locked door.

Anya composed herself and calmly tried to persuade the model, "Bella… Open the door. Nothing will happen to you. Bella, I am here to help you… Open the door…"

Earning no response, Anya was suspicious. She rushed inside the adjacent WC and climbed on the toilet seat. Bella had cut her wrist and fainted due to blood loss.

Before Anya could jump to the next block, she heard the door opening sound. She got down immediately. She couldn't leak her identity or else that man could escape.

"Bella… Bella… Bella.." A lady screamed the name.

Anya went out of the water closet, trying to look confused, "Excuse me, I heard somebody groaning from that WC."

The lady who seemed to be a model manager at the show, furrowed. "Oh Lord, she wasn't looking good all day." She muttered to herself as she tried to unlock the door.

Anya, who was pretending to be washing her hands, grew impatient as Bella was unconscious and needed medical assistance immediately.

'Ahem,' Clearing her throat, Anya offered help, "May I give it a try?" Before the manager could respond, she kicked at the door lock and broke the door.

Manager: "..."

The manager didn't have the time to react as her eyes fell on Bella who was on the floor, wearing a robe, without changing into the show outfit.

"Oh my god!" The manager exclaimed looking at Bella's wrist. Using the walkie-talkie, she instructed somebody, "Cane, Medical assistance at the restroom. Call for an ambulance and shift the model to the hospital. Hurry…."

Anya slipped out at the same time. Bella will be safe, it was time to find the man. While passing by, she stole an identity card from a woman and wore it. She ignored the chaos created by Bella's incident and looked around in the greenroom where models were changing their clothes. She entered the makeup room where the makeup artist was giving the last touch-ups and the designer was taking one last look at his dress on the models before sending them to stand in queue for a ramp walk.

She didn't find the criminal there. So she made her way towards the audience, but a lady caught her hand.

"Designer Jack, how about this lady?"

Anya: "..."

She turned to see everyone looking at her. The tense designer and the anxious model manager went up to Anya.

"Although she isn't tall enough, she is better than others." The model manager commented.

"She is a bit oversized for my dress." A man in his forties, Designer Jack was displeased.

"Designer Jack, the Valentine dress material is stretchable." A person next to the man reminded him. 'The Valentine' was the name of the dress.

"Right, my red dress." The designer mused, imagining the dress on Anya.

"Take her and get her changed. I will talk to the hotel manager." The model's manager went aside, fishing her mobile out.

Anya: "..."

Anya shrugged the hand of the lady who tried to pull her away, "I am sorry to disappoint but I am not a model."

Designer Jack waved his hand, "I don't care. All my dresses have to step on the ramp. Just stroll on the ramp and return. My dress will dazzle." He was obsessed with his designs.

[Err… Skye, how about you use this chance and catch the man?] Senon suggested as it was anyway going to be a tough job to find the man in the audience.

Anya gritted her teeth and let the lady drag her away. In ten minutes, she was standing in a queue, inarticulate at the developments.

The designer admired his dress on Anya and kissed the dress in the air. "I am a fashion expert." Then he approached her, "Look, you just need to hold here." He grabbed the slit of the skirt and stuck it to her hand. Then he stood up and started swaying his hips, swinging his hands widely as he walked, "And walk, with your head high, shoulders relaxed at the back."

He pulled her aside and demanded, "Walk, and practice."

Anay clenched her teeth and obliged the man without creating a scene.

The designer exclaimed, "Perfect, this is enough. Now change your expression. Don't look like you are gonna kill someone."

Senon burst into laughter at the other end. While Anya's expression turned more distant and grim.

The designer continued, "Imagine as your boyfriend,  arranged the room in candle lights, waiting for you on the bed, sexy and half-naked…."

The designer's plan backfired. Anya clenched her teeth while her cheeks turned pink imagining Alvin.

The designer's eyes widened in anger and snapped at her, "I didn't ask you to blush. Look seductive. Imagine yourself wearing this dress, tempting him…"

Before he could describe more and corrupt her brain, Anya took a step closer and narrowed her eyes at the man. She said through her teeth to shut the man, "If you don't want me to tear this dress off, shhh…" She returned to the queue, forcing her mind to shut down from the imagination and focus on the mission.

The designer, who realized she wasn't a model, hadn't signed a contract, panicked. He looked at his precious design and cursed Anya in his mind.

Anya threatened Senon, "Laugh again and see what I will do." Senon shut his lips right away.

Thus Anya walked the ramp. Her sharp eyes brushed over the audience, looking alert.

"That's my girl!"

Anya snapped out hearing Krystle getting excited as if her daughter was walking the ramp.

"Sister-in-law!?" Linus was confused while the audience was discussing that the model was a bit over the size for a model, however, she was looking more appealing than the rest.

Anya was taking her eyes away from Krystle when she caught the sight of a man who was bald, tall, and in a black suit.

As though the man knew Bella was wearing that dress and the change in the model was like an alert to him. He stood up slowly and tried to sneak away.

Anya immediately jumped off the ramp, making the audience gasp. She climbed on the chair and jumped the rows, smoothly landing on the ground.

The bald man instructed somebody, "Stop her." And the two burly men attacked her immediately.

Alvin confirmed that he wasn't hallucinating his sexy Donut when Krystle squealed. A sly smirk appeared as soon as his fierce tigress leaped to start her hunt.

Ean's jaws dropped witnessing the developments. His eyes suddenly widened, "Alvin, those men…" He turned to Alvin but the man had disappeared into the air.