BEAT THAT PUNK UP

"Jordan!" Natasha exclaims with a sense of relief, feeling like she's found her savior. Without hesitation, she rushes over to him. "Jordan, you're here!" She grins broadly, her sad face suddenly radiating with happiness.

Jordan reciprocates the smile as he assesses the lady in front of him, ensuring she hasn't suffered any injuries.

"I just hit my head, but I'm fine," seeing this Natasha quickly assures him, her face flushing a deep shade of red, and her stomach fluttering. Jordan's gaze does to her things she has no words to describe.

After confirming that Natasha is truly fine just as she said she is, Jordan turns his attention to the taxi driver.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Just a superficial wound, but yes, I'm alright," the driver replies, smiling slightly.

"You, who are you? And what did you mean by what you said to me?" Not being able to tolerate Jordan's actions anymore as she finds them irksome, Layla asks sharply.

"You don't need to concern yourself with who I am," Jordan re
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