Love's Perfect Match

Love’s Perfect Match Chapter 65

Chapter 65 Rescue

Elspeth pondered for a moment before driving to Luna Bar. Loud music and gushing filled the place as

the flashing lights rendered it difficult to discern one’s face.

She observed the location on her phone and finally found the little girl not far from her.

Without the school uniform, which could put on an innocent facade over one, Lydia was being forced to

drink by her client in a maid costume.

Is that… the girl?

The girl’s scrunched-up expression whenever she downed the drinks and her forceful smiles squeezed

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Elspeth rolled up her sleeves to help because her late father spent his days like that before leaving her.

He was bedridden, yet the family was penniless to afford the medical fees. In the end, all she could do

was watch him slowly lose the spark in his eyes.

Therefore, she made up her mind to make money and become powerful to protect the people around

her.

She approached them and grabbed the girl’s arm, yanking her up from the seat.

“It’s you…” The girl’s eyes widened.

“Lydia, is she your friend?” The drunk man leered at Elspeth’s gorgeous face while wondering, This

chick is pretty.

“No, no. I don’t know her. She might’ve gotten the wrong person.” Lydia quickly shook her head, fearing

that he might take advantage of Elspeth.

“You shouldn’t be here. You’re a student. You should be spending your time preparing for SAT, not

hanging around here. Do you hear me?” Elspeth’s gaze darkened as her voice deepened.

“It is your friend. You guys seem to get along pretty well. Come, we’re all friends. How about a drink

with us, pretty lady?” said the man who reached out for Elspeth’s waist. However, before his fingertips

could touch her, she grasped his wrist and dislocated his arm.

“Argh!”

How dare she dislocate my arm!

“Zip it, or I’ll be fair and do the same to your other arm.”

Still, the man made a call while enduring the excruciating pain. A group of bodyguards soon gathered

at the place.

“You’re not getting away with this!” The man drew in a sharp breath. “Get her, and don’t pull your

punches back!”

Those were trained bodyguards, and she would be at a disadvantage in a face-to-face confrontation.

As an afterthought, she grabbed a glass from the table to toss it at the man’s face before escaping

alongside Lydia.

“F*ck! After them!”

With Elspeth leading ahead, the duo bulldozed through the crowd, heading toward the second floor.

She opened one of the doors and shoved Lydia into the room before wheeling around to leave.

“Where are you going?” A concerned Lydia pinched the hem of Elspeth’s sleeve.

“I’ll distract them. They’ll catch up anyways, so it’s better if you hide here.”

“But—”

“No more ‘but’s. I punched many of his men, so I’m their main target. Watch out and seize the chance

to slip out of the bar. You mustn’t get caught.” Subsequently, she fished out a Winthrop Group name

card.

“This is my number. Call me after this. Don’t worry about the medical bills. I have more than enough to

pay them.” She then shoved the card into Lydia’s hand and closed the door. Right when she was about

turn left at the corner, she bumped into the bodyguards.

“Over here! Hurry! Don’t miss her!”

Taking a step back, she pivoted on her heels and headed to the right. The hallway narrowed as she

sprinted to the end. A sense of foreboding dawned upon her while there was a bulldozing crowd behind

her. She dared not let her guard down, and she did not stop running or looking back.

Suddenly, she noticed a door was left ajar, so she slid into the room and closed the door. However, she

regretted her decision the moment she shut the door. It’s a… wine cellar?

The chiller was turned on to preserve the wine. Due to the cold temperature, Elspeth was already

shivering despite only a minute passed.

“She’s just right in there. Why are we stopping here?”

“What’s the use of going in? It’s a chiller. We can lock her up and let her freeze to death. It’s dead cold

in there.”

“You’re indeed the smart one!”

The men’s menacing chuckles rang into her ears, and her heart sank into the pit of her stomach.

Intending to send Harper her location, she touched her ring reflexively only to realize that it was gifted

to Lydia.

“Crap.” She fished out her phone, but texts and calls were powerless in the no-signal area.

“Am I gonna freeze to death here?” murmured Elspeth while staring at the door.

The chill made her shrink into a ball for warmth. Gradually, drowsiness got the best of her, and her

eyelids felt heavy. She tried to stay conscious by pinching herself, letting the temporary pain prevail

over exhaustion.

As time ticked by, the hope of waiting for rescue slowly faded because there was no chance of

surviving the cold.

Her jumbled thoughts filled her head. Surprisingly, the last thing that slipped into her mind was Callum’s

face. Even the things he had done were still stinging her.

“Callum…”

On the other hand, he was having dinner with Ophelia when he received a stranger’s call. Figuring that

it was a scam call, he shrugged it off.

However, the phone rang again and longer this time, so he answered the call in the end. The girl on the

other side of the line cried while pleading for help. As soon as he grasped the whole situation, he

terminated the call to go to the bar.

“What’s wrong? We’re halfway through our meal, Callum.” Ophelia was flustered.

“Something came up. I must go.”

“But it’s been a long time since we had a meal together. Why can’t you stay a little longer?” The

tenacious woman was not willing to let him go.

“I gotta save someone.”

Callum’s answer stunned her momentarily. “Save who?”

“Elspeth.” He then ignored her to dash to Luna Bar.

After searching almost every corner of the place, he noticed the tightly shut door to the wine cellar.

Holding onto the chance of possibility, he booted the door to find Elspeth curling up in a corner. She

was on the verge of losing consciousness.

Her forlorn sight pierced his heart.

“Elspeth, wake up.” Someone’s voice seeped into her mind.

Elspeth slowly opened her eyes as she was told to. Looking at the man, she let out a soft chuckle.

“What’s this? Why can I still see you when I’m already dead?”

Callum frowned. “What’s with the nonsense, Elspeth?”

“I’m just curious. Why are you literally everywhere?” she muttered. “Have I really fallen for you?”

“Stop talking. Save your breath.” He carried her to the hospital.