They were martial experts. Knowing that Debbie knew martial arts, James had hired them to handle her

The other bodyguard helped James to his feet, and went to see if he was okay. He drew a handkerchief from his pocket and helped the older man clean the blood from his face. James straightened his clothes and looked around with embarrassment, and more than a Little pain. Luckily, he had given orders that no one else was allowed to come here.

"You son of a bitch. I'll never divorce Carlos!"

James' eyes were filled with venom. He waved at the bodyguards. The one that had corralled her took a rag from his pocket and covered Debbie's mouth and nose. Debbie struggled and then everything went black.

She woke up to find that some people were talking around her. Her head ached so badly she felt it was about to explode.

She opened her eyes slowly. And she felt Like she had just stepped into a house of horrors.

Some doctors wearing masks stood around her, all manners of medical tools in their hands. Near her was James, wearing a weird expression.

“What are you doing?" Debbie asked, half-mumbling thanks to the stupor she had just awoken from. Instinctively, she tried to protect herself, but she couldn't move. It was then that she found her hands had been tied to the headboard of the bed.

With a document in his hand, James walked up to her.

"These are private doctors. Think carefully about what you say next. Otherwise, your baby..." he threatened.

‘He's threatening my kid!

Debbie's eyes blazed with rage.

“You bastard! Even though you're not

Carlos' father, my baby is still a Hilton, and still innocent. How could you do this?"

James sneered, “Actually, I'm not a Hilton. Why should I give a rat's ass?"

Debbie was shocked. ‘There are so many secrets in the Hilton family.*

She tried to calm down.

"And you're not exactly a saint either. You cheated on Tabitha with a housemaid. Not worried about a divorce?"

“So you saw me that night. So what? That stupid woman thinks the world of me. She won't believe you."

"Touch my baby, and I'LL tell the press about you. Everyone will know you're a cheater.”

James laughed sarcastically.

“Where's your proof?”

She had to admit, she had none. James spoke again.

“You have two choices. One, sign the divorce agreement; or two, I give you an abortion. You have one minute to decide."

Debbie struggled, trying to wrench free from the rope binding her wrists.