"It's about this troublesome client at the studio," Elin explained.

“He got handy with me last night when he was drunk. Luckily, Erick stepped in and dealt with him. Now the client is threatening to sue, claiming I set him up to be attacked. Erick said he'd handle it. That's probably what this is about."

Indeed, the incident from last night was the reason for all this commotion. Elin suspected someone had spiked her drink, leading to her intimate moments with Erick.

The very next day, the man Erick had confronted accused Elin of arranging an assault against him.

However, Erick had taken care of things by having witnesses at the restaurant who testified that the client had indeed drugged Elin's drink. By the afternoon, they had presented the evidence to the police, and the client was arrested.

Raegan was astonished. "Elin, this is serious! Why didn't you tell me?"

Raegan scrutinized Elin, relieved to see the latter wasn't physically hurt. Angered, she declared, "That creep harassed you? Are you okay? Where is he now? I'll have my lawyer sue him to the point of getting rotten in the prison!"

Elin felt a rush of gratitude. "It's alright. He didn't get to me, thanks to Erick. Erick had taken care of everything."

Knowing Raegan was going through a tough time, Elin had decided not to burden her with the upsetting news.

Knowing Erick's intervention, Raegan felt at ease, casually saying, "Alright, if Erick's calling you, it's probably about this. Go ahead and call him back. Stefan will drive me back. Don't worry about me."

Elin thought to herself that there was more to it than just a phone call. She remembered Erick's message urging her to return early.

He'd taken advantage of her, and now he wanted to settle accounts after the fact. Did he think he was that special? Despite it being her first time, she hadn't made a fuss. Couldn't Erick just drop it?

It was so awkward to even mention.

Elin walked gloomily toward her car, contemplating going back to the studio to work a bit. That way, Erick wouldn't be patient enough to wait for her to return.

As Elin reached to unlock her car door, a man from behind gripped the handle.

Still shaken from last night's groping incident, Elin was on high alert and tried to use the self-defense techniques she had learned, aiming an elbow at the man's chin.

But the man anticipated her move and quickly grabbed her wrists, pinning her hands against the car window and pressing her against the car door with a nimble stretch of his legs.

"What's this? Trying to use the self-defense moves I taught you against me?" Erick's familiar voice calmed Elin's racing heart.

“How did you get here?" Elin asked, caught off guard.

Before Erick could respond, a whistle echoed from across the street.