Catherine staggered out of the stadium, her heart heavy with pain and disappointment. The bone-chilling cold of the night seemed to pierce her soul as she made her way to a nearby bar. She needed to numb the pain, to escape the reality that shattered her once happy dreams. Inside the dimly lit bar, she found solace in the embrace of alcohol. Downing one glass after another, she tried to wash away the wounds, but it only seemed to intensify them.

The man Naomi Catherine had spent her youth loving had betrayed her, cheating with his love. Liam Claude disregarded Naomi Catherine, the one who had supported, encouraged, and helped him rise to the peak of his career. For ten years, he hadn't given her a second glance.

Naomi Catherine had no idea what she had done wrong to deserve the humiliation she was experiencing today; she was in agony. Nevertheless, she was still a woman in need of someone to share her burdens, her sorrows.

Seeing Catherine's wildly intoxicated state, the bartender couldn't bear it any longer and had to call over a female staff member. The girl approached gently, her voice soft: "Ma'am, I think you've had enough to drink, we should stop."

"What, why not give me more, I don't want to be sober right now." Catherine didn't want to be sober, because she knew that if she woke up, the nightmare would continue.

As the night fell, the bartender's concern grew, but Catherine paid no attention to her surroundings. She clung to her glass, pouring out her heart to anyone who would listen.

"He... he betrayed me... I gave him everything... my heart, my support, my love... and he threw it all away..."

"My lover cheated on me, I deserve this, why doesn't he love me..." Catherine continued to sob, her appearance utterly miserable.

Suddenly, the bar manager stepped out from behind the counter, his expression serious, signaling that it was closing time. "Alright, everyone, it's time to close! Time to go home."

"I'm not ready to leave... I don't want to face the reality out there." Catherine was asked to settle her bill and leave by the female staff member, but she refused.

"I understand, but we need to close right now. Please gather your belongings." The manager signaled for the female staff to do their job properly.

"Fine, I'll pay." Catherine tried to sober up, fumbling through her wallet, trying to find her credit card to pay for the drinks she had consumed. The manager watched with empathy and concern as she struggled.

With trembling hands, Catherine handed him her credit card. The manager processed the payment, including the broken items in the bar, the Vodka, and a few other things. After completing the task, they bid farewell and closed the bar. "I hope you're okay. Take care."

Catherine stumbled out into the dark street, feeling her heart heavier than ever. The cold air sobered her up a bit, but her emotions still churned like a storm within her.

The sight of a drunken woman wandering the streets quickly caught the attention of a group of unsavory characters nearby, their faces twisted with malice. They looked around and, seeing no one else, began to approach.

"Hey there, where are you off to all alone on this chilly night?" one of them leered.

"Get lost." Catherine tried to stay sober, resisting the advances of one of the lechers.

Catherine observed them; there were four in total, all penniless wanderers looking for prey.

"Come here, come here to us. You're pretty, but too feisty, hot lady."

They deliberately pushed her to the ground, advancing to grope and tear at Catherine's shirt. Catherine's voluptuous figure made them unable to resist their rising primal urges.

Catherine slid along the dark street, her heart pounding with fear as the vagrants closed in. The dark shadows surrounded her, unfamiliar faces threatening and harassing her with lewd remarks and menacing gestures.

"Help me, someone help me!" Despite the small girl's desire to scream, they quickly covered her mouth.

In her most desperate moment, Catherine just wanted to die. Overwhelmed with panic and fear, a car swerved to a stop right in front of Catherine, its headlights reflecting off her face, giving her a fleeting sense of life once again.

The backseat window rolled down, and Catherine faintly saw the face of the man inside, stern and determined. His assistant got out of the car and swiftly dealt with all four of them. Feeling the danger had passed, Catherine sobbed helplessly. The stranger stepped out in front of her, took off his vest, and wrapped it around Catherine, then lifted her into the car, helping her escape her own fear.

Catherine sat in the car, trembling and breathless, while the man sat next to her, his voice cold as he reassured her, "It's all right, you're safe now."

She nodded faintly, unable to say a word. Her heart overflowed as she looked into the caring eyes of the man before her. He had appeared just in time, like a light in the darkness, rescuing her from imminent danger.

In the silence of the car, Catherine felt the warmth and safety around her. Her heart danced in her chest, like a bird finding its beloved nest.

"Sir, are we going back to the city?" The assistant broke the silence.

The man next to Catherine remained silent for a moment, as if trying to remember something.

"Naomi Catherine, the singer's assistant. I never thought we'd meet like this." The man glanced sideways, studying the girl's face carefully. Then he continued, "I helped her like that, do you think she will agree to my conditions?"

"Sir, are you referring to this young lady?" The assistant seemed a bit puzzled. Upon receiving a firm nod from his boss, he also fell silent and complied.

"Sir, if she doesn't agree, I can find another way. Or find someone else to help you," he tried to think of something before responding.

"No need, I just want her." The man's determination was evident in his eyes.

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