Chapter 536 We Have No Right to Deal With Them

• The sound of fabric being ripped apart reverberated in the room. As Rachel saw her clothes being torn by Dillon right in front of her eyes, her face paled. She wanted to shout for help, but her voice was so hoarse from all the yelling that she could no longer make a sound.
• In the distance, Justin was struggling to move, but he was being pinned down by Dillon's lackeys. He could only watch the woman he loved being humiliated in front of him helplessly. His eyes were red and looked like they were about to burst in the next second—he would kill Dillon a thousand times if he could.
• Just as Dillon was about to lean toward Rachel, he heard a creak, and the door was being pushed open from the outside.