Maggie, her face shielded by trembling hands, mustered her courage and said, "I am not Jeffry's girlfriend. Tell him to confront me face to face!

The leader grew impatient.

He pinched Maggie's chin, a sinister grin spreading across his face.

"You are quite stunning, Maggie. If you won't hand over the money, don't blame us for getting rough with you."

“Yes, she is beautiful. If she refuses to pay, we can have some fun with her, take compromising photos, and make a fortune selling them.”

"You go first. I'LL capture the moments.”

The men laughed sadistically. Maggie was shoved to the floor, consumed by fear.

“Help!”

“Cover her mouth!"

Downstairs, Rosalynn settled into the car, ready to start the engine when she noticed a figure lurking nearby, stealing glances at the community.

Rosalynn squinted, confusion clouding her thoughts.

Jeffry?

What was he doing here?

Was he searching for Maggie?

Pondering for a moment, Rosalynn caught sight of a name tag on the passenger seat.

It was Maggie's.

After contemplating for a moment, Rosalynn made up her mind to go upstairs and warn Maggie about Jeffry.

She stepped out of the car and reentered the community.

Reaching the sixth floor, she was about to knock on the door when she heard a mix of taunting laughter and a woman's sobs.

Rosalynn's face darkened with anger. Without hesitation, she kicked the door open instead of knocking.

Inside the room, several men had Maggie under their control, her clothes forcibly removed.

One man was already undressed.