"Stop!" The chill in the air made Eileen shed tears of humiliation. "I'll call him, I'll call him!"

Seeing Eileen finally willing to make the call, the two bodyguards hesitated, exchanged a glance, then reluctantly got up and opened the door.

Saylor, feeling triumphant upon hearing Eileen's words, strutted in, her smile radiant as she looked at Eileen's torn clothes.

"Woulda, coulda, shoulda. Give her the phone. "

Eileen hugged herself tightly, staring at the phone, but didn't answer.

"What's this? Having second thoughts?" Saylor taunted.

Sniffling, Eileen retorted defiantly, "At least give me some clothes."

"Are you trying to stall?" Saylor scoffed. "This is the Powell family's territory. Even...