Alev threw you onto the bed, removing the tape that covers your mouth. But then you quickly kicked him in the stomach, making him grimace in pain. A frustrated smile appeared on his lips before he slapped you hard across the face.
"I'm not your client, and you're never going back to France," he whispered in a deep, hoarse voice, threatening you.
His hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look up into his menacing blue eyes. He gestured to his bodyguard for a knife, he used it to cut the ropes binding your hands and feet, then he pinned you down the bed, asserting his dominance.
"Don't ever think of escaping or I'll break your pretty legs," he warned before getting off you, adjusting his necktie, "You're coming with me to the hospital tomorrow."