Heavenly Harem Sect

204  Targetting a Married Woman Part  3

[: Daniel Pov :]

As we continued to enjoy our meal, Lindsay's curiosity got the better of her, and she asked, "How's the food? Is it delicious?

I considered my response carefully.

The truth was, the food tasted rather ordinary compared to the delicacies of my sect, but I didn't want to discourage her enthusiasm.

So, I opted for a pleasant reply. "It tastes good, and I can see why this place is quite popular," I said, offering a diplomatic response.

It seemed that my words pleased her, and she took pride in her choice of restaurant.

"Then, I'm glad you like it," she replied with a satisfied smile.

It was a small white lie to keep the mood light, and I was content to see her happy and enjoying our time together.

However, there was a sudden disruption that shattered the pleasant atmosphere in the tavern.

It was a group of cultivators, and the leader, a brawny man with a scar running across one eye, barked out his demands, "I'm hungry, bring me some food."

His words were met with an arrogant entitlement, as one of his companions chimed in, "Oi, bring some alcohol while you're at it."

The group consisted of ten men, each appearing more menacing than the last.

Their attire was rough and unkempt, and the air around them exuded an aura of violence.

As they swaggered into the room, they acted as though they owned the place, their footsteps echoing with a deliberate menace.

Their presence sent shockwaves through the tavern's patrons, instilling a sense of fear and unease.

Conversations were hushed, and wary glances were exchanged among the customers.

It was abundantly clear that this unruly group had a reputation for causing trouble here, and no one wanted to draw their attention.

''Right at it!''

The servers, fearful of the menacing group, quickly scrambled to meet their demands, taking orders for food and bringing the alcohol they had requested.

It was clear that the presence of these rogue cultivators was unwelcome, and the atmosphere in the tavern had become tense and uncomfortable.

To my surprise, Lindsay reacted strongly to their arrival. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "W-Why are they here..."

Her face had paled, and fear was evident in her wide, horrified eyes.

She looked as if she had seen a ghost, and her entire body quivered with fear.

Her hands shook uncontrollably, and her fingers clutched at her clothing as if seeking some form of comfort or protection.

I couldn't ignore her obvious distress, and I called out to her.

"Lindsay," I said, but it seemed that her fear had overwhelmed her to the point where she couldn't hear me.

I called her name once more, this time with a slightly raised voice.

"Lindsay!"

Startled, she finally realized that I had called her.

"H-Huh?"

She was clearly bewildered and confused by her own intense reaction, but the fear still lingered in her eyes, and it was clear that something about these rogue cultivators had deeply unsettled her.

I observed Lindsay closely, my concern evident in my tone as I asked, "Are you alright?"

She took a moment to collect herself before replying, "Yes, I'm fine."

She attempted to smile, but it was clear to me that she was putting on a facade.

Her body still trembled, and the fear in her eyes lingered.

I pressed a bit further, my voice gentle but probing.

"But you somehow became different the moment they entered."

I wanted her to acknowledge her feelings and share what was troubling her.

However, Lindsay quickly denied it, shaking her head.

"N-No, I was just surprised by their appearance, after all, they seem scary to me."

She tried to brush off her reaction as mere surprise, but I could sense that there was more to her fear than she was willing to admit.

I continued to study Lindsay's demeanour, my concern for her evident in my gaze.

"Are you really fine?"

I inquired once more, hoping to encourage her to open up about her true feelings.

Lindsay maintained her earlier stance, offering a sweet smile and reassuring words.

"I'm truly fine, Daniel, but thanks for asking,"

She replied, though her trembling hands and lingering unease suggested otherwise.

Shortly after, she suggested, "Since we have finished eating, why don't I guide you to another place I have in mind?"

It was clear that she wanted to leave the tavern, perhaps seeking an escape from the unsettling presence of the rogue cultivators.

Before I could respond to Lindsay's suggestion, the man with the scar across his eye approached her from behind.

His voice dripped with mockery as he spoke, "Well, look who's here boys."

He chuckled, his tone laced with amusement.

"A familiar face," he added, wearing a sly smile as if he regarded Lindsay as an old friend.

The men who accompanied him reacted with surprise upon seeing Lindsay.

"Ho? Isn't that Lindsay?" one of them exclaimed.

"What's she doing here?" another questioned, their voices filled with curiosity and suspicion.

The group's reaction made it clear that they recognized Lindsay.

But it was far from a friendly recognition and the atmosphere in the tavern grew even more tense as the group of rogue cultivators seemed to recognize Lindsay.

"It really is unexpected to see you here, Lindsay," the leader remarked with a mocking tone.

 My own expression darkened as he placed his hands on her shoulder.

 I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and possessiveness, knowing that Lindsay was meant to become both my woman and my disciple.

 Yet, I refrained from taking any immediate action, understanding that in certain situations, chaos and tension could work to my advantage.

 It was a tactic I had employed before, and I remained patient, waiting to see how the situation would unfold.

The leader's sly smile had disappeared, replaced by a cold, serious expression as he confronted Lindsay.

His grip on her shoulder tightened, causing her to wince in pain.

 The tavern's customers watched the tense exchange unfold, a sense of unease settling over the room.

"I wonder why you're here, in a costly tavern when your husband still owes me money?"

 His words were laced with a veiled threat, and the tension in the room escalated.

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With a menacing edge, he repeated his demand, "Where's my money, Lindsay?"

His grip on her shoulder tightened further, and Lindsay's distressed voice quivered as she replied, "S-Soon, just give me another week, and I could gather all of the money and pay you back."

Her fear was palpable, and it was clear that she was caught in a difficult and precarious situation.

"A week? You told me that 10 weeks ago, and you think I can still wait any longer?"

 The leader's anger flared in his eyes as he questioned Lindsay's plea.

''Yes, that's right,"

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 Lindsay replied, unknowingly sealing her fate.

 It was becoming clear to me that Lindsay's husband had taken a loan from these men, and now the responsibility had fallen squarely on Lindsay's shoulders as her husband couldn't fulfil his obligations.

It was a situation that left her in a difficult and unjust predicament.

"I-I promise, just give me another week, and I'll repay all of it," Lindsay begged desperation in her voice.

But the leader was no longer willing to entertain her pleas.

 His patience had run thin, and he seemed fed up with her words and promises.

 The atmosphere in the tavern grew even more charged as the standoff continued.

"How about I give you a chance?"

The leader's voice dripped with malicious intent as he proposed his wicked plan.

A sinister smile stretched across his face, and he could barely contain his amusement as he watched Lindsay's desperation cloud her judgment.

Lindsay, clinging to any glimmer of hope, eagerly asked, "W-What is it?''

Her voice quivered, and she remained oblivious to the dark depths of the trap that had been set for her.

''You know, actions speak louder than words, and Lindsay, you're a woman who'll do anything, right?"

The leader's smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with sinister satisfaction as he revelled in her impending downfall.

''Yes, that's right,"

 Lindsay replied, unknowingly sealing her fate.

"So, how about you prove it right here and right now?"

 His tone was laced with cruelty as he revelled in his sadistic game.

A palpable sense of dread settled over the tavern as the patrons realized the depths of his depravity.

"Strip yourself naked at this moment," he commanded with a devilish grin, revealing his true, malevolent intentions.

The room fell into a chilling silence as Lindsay, horror-stricken and trapped, comprehended the depths of her dire predicament.

"W-What?"

 Lindsay stammered in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock and confusion as she struggled to comprehend the horrifying request.

 The room seemed to close in around her, and a sense of dread settled over her like a suffocating blanket.

The leader repeated his cruel command, his smile growing even more malevolent as he revelled in her growing panic.

"I said, strip yourself naked," he reiterated with a sadistic grin, his intentions clear and malevolent.

Lindsay's body trembled uncontrollably, her mind racing as she grappled with the nightmarish situation she had been thrust into.

The tavern's patrons watched in horrified silence, unable to intervene as the dark and sinister drama unfolded before them.

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