Chapter 408
Mark Anderson was notorious in their circle as a playboy.
He had played the field for years, never failing to win over any girl he set his sights on.
A confident smile curled at his lips. "Don't worry, I have plenty of methods."
Adrian Sinclair irritably pressed his tongue against his cheek.
He set his glass down heavily. "Did you ask me here today just to say this?"
He glanced impatiently toward the back again.
How long did it take to use the restroom?
Mark immediately dropped his playful demeanor, turning serious. "Mr. Sinclair, you understand my intentions clearly."
"This favor, I must ask for your assistance."
He raised his glass of red wine in a gesture.
Adrian rested one hand on the table, lazily raising an eyebrow. "You mean that matter?"
Mark nodded, idly swirling his glass.
Now wealthy and powerful, his only remaining concern was expanding into the Asian market.
The business was getting tougher.
If Adrian agreed to help, everything would fall into place.
Adrian gave a light laugh, sipping his wine. "It's possible. But it depends on my mood."
"If I'm in a good mood, I might actually help you."
Mark was overjoyed, draining his glass in one gulp.
Even this slight concession was a major breakthrough.
Everyone knew this man never gave an inch.
He was about to propose another toast when he noticed Adrian repeatedly glancing toward the entrance.
A subtle anxiety was etched between his brows.
A thought occurred to Mark—the stunning girl from earlier.
He signaled a waiter. "Where is the young lady from before?"
The waiter looked around. "I escorted her to the restroom and returned. Should I check on her?"
"No need." Adrian suddenly stood up and strode directly out.
The two men exchanged puzzled looks.
Was he going to look for her himself?
Mark grew even more confused.
He had explicitly denied any relationship earlier, so why this concern now?
He quickly followed. It was best to show some tact.
Adrian walked briskly toward the restrooms.
Faint cries for help reached his ears, making his heart sink.
A sense of foreboding washed over him.
He immediately broke into a run.
Mark had just caught up, still catching his breath, when he saw the other man sprinting ahead.
He sighed in resignation and continued the chase.
Adrian rushed toward the source of the sound, clearly hearing Anna Ross's cries for help.
Without hesitation, he kicked open the stall door.
Inside, Anna was pinned to the floor by a unshaven man.
His filthy hands roamed over her body, accompanied by vile, disgusting words.
Seeing who had arrived, Anna's tears instantly overflowed.
"Get your filthy hands off her!" Adrian's eyes blazed with fury.
He delivered a powerful kick to the man.
The man screamed in pain, collapsing to the floor.