"No, no, don't come any closer," seeing Jordan walking toward her, Layla can't help but cry out in fright, her heart in the palm of her hands. "You don't have to make me remember. I already know what I must do.""Oh?" Jordan pauses and smirks, asking with a sneer, "Miss Layla, you know, yet you couldn't say anything. Do you really enjoy being forced into doing things?"Layla grits her teeth, the urge to burst in rage bubbling within her, but in the end, she says calmly, "I had only remembered it as you were walking toward me, and I had thought since you already agreed not to kill me, there wouldn't be any need for it."That's a lie, obviously. Layla had known what she had to do to be let off and never thought Jordan not killing her meant he was entirely letting her off. But she didn't do them and followed her aunt because she thought Jordan had forgotten about them and before he would remember, they must have been far gone."Hmm," Jordan merely hums in response to Layla's remark. He
Layla is aggrieved as she takes the phone from Natasha and glances down at the numbers on the screen. All her life, she has always loved to see account numbers, but for the first time, she hates this very account number staring back at her.She had worked tirelessly for everything she owns, and now she is about to part with a heart-wrenching $200,000, handing it over to the other party. Her chest burns, and a sudden headache sets in.Though the phone is in her hand, she can't bring herself to make the transfer. The idea of sending such a substantial sum of money is unbearable. She really can't.She grits her teeth, staring at the numbers gloomily. If only wishes were horses, she would just vanish without a trace. Even for a wealthy lady, $200,000 is really too much for her to give out just like that. Ah! She lets out a depressing sigh."Miss Layla, two minutes have passed, and you still haven't processed the transaction. Could it be that you are reluctant to do it?" Noticing Layla's
"S...," Layla chokes on her words, her face flushing. If she had ever seen a petty person before, she doesn't think she has met anyone as petty as Jordan. She can't believe he is so bent on paying her back with her own coins. How can such a young man be as petty as a woman? Ah! She bites down on her lower lip, almost to the point of a red spot, and looks down at the phones in her hand. Jordan's expression is so dark that she can't dare to look at it, and she can't afford to answer his question.After all, he is saying nothing but the truth. If she answers yes that he is being overbearing, doesn't that mean she was also being overbearing earlier? And if she says no that he isn't being overbearing, then what was the need for her earlier remark? She has been put in a spot where every answer of hers would lead to another course of action.She has suffered enough in a few hours that she can't bear the thought of another happening. Gritting her teeth, she unlocks her phone, and scrolls to
"Your mental health?" Layla asks back, her brows furrowed. "Sir, what do you mean?""Isn't it already obvious?" Jordan's frown deepens. "Your actions have stressed my mental health, don't you think it's the right thing for you to compensate me?"Layla's expression darkens, her eyes turning bloodshot. How can Jordan say her actions stressed his mental health when he is standing there without any issues while she is the one feeling a deep headache?If there is anyone that should be complaining of mental health, shouldn't it be her? She had forked out a huge $200,000 from her savings just to regain her freedom, which the thought is almost suffocating her. Furthermore, Jordan had killed her guard.No matter what, she will have to give an explanation for that when she gets home. Her ego had also been stepped on. Considering all that, who should be complaining about mental health?She looks at Jordan and says in obvious annoyance, "Sir, you are perfectly fine, how then can your mental health
"Huh?" The young woman's eyes twitch in shock, and the small smile on her face vanishes. She had only been standing up for her niece, whom she feels is being treated unfairly, but instead of listening to her, Jordan actually asked her to pay $100,000 as well. It's one thing to see her niece doing it and entirely another for her to actually do so as well. She is a woman who cherishes even the least one dollar and wouldn't spend any money except if it is really necessary.How can she possibly give out $100,000 to Jordan just like that? She can't even bear the thought!She frowns deeply, retorting in blatant displeasure, "Sir, I owe you nothing. Why would I pay you $100,000?""You owe me nothing?" Jordan scoffs, chuckling wryly and adding, "When the accident happened, who was the first person to start the argument? Or do you think I've forgotten that you were the one who initiated everything while your niece merely followed your lead?""Uhm," the young woman bites down on her lower lip,
Jordan is not surprised that the young woman shifted all the blame to Layla, making herself seem so innocent. If she could put all the blame on the taxi driver, cursing and insulting him when they were in the wrong, what is a little thing like shifting blames for her? He isn't surprised at all. The same goes for her latter statement. She thinks him so shameless and overbearing, but when Layla asked Natasha and the taxi driver to pay $200,000 just for her bumper, which they themselves destroyed, she didn't refute her. But merely stood by and watched. People like her are always so fast to look at the splinter in another's eye but not notice the beam in their own eye. Anyways, he can't afford to waste his time with her. If he said she was going to pay the $100,000, then she was going to do so! He suddenly exudes a menacing aura, asking aloofly, "So to be precise, you are trying to say that you are not going to pay the $100,000?""Yes!" Not noticing the murderous intent in Jordan's eye
Jordan is indifferent to Layla's emotional distress as he shifts his attention to the taxi driver and calmly instructs, "Sir, give her your account number." "Huh?" The taxi driver, puzzled by this unexpected turn of events, furrows his brow in confusion. Jordan had just asked Layla to pay him for his mental health, shouldn't he be the one giving her his account number? What does it have to do with him?"I have no need for the money," seeing through the man's thoughts, Jordan clarifies with a smile. "The money was for you all along. I don't look sick, do I?""So you...," The taxi driver chokes on his words, his eyes suddenly welling up with tears. He can't believe Jordan lied just for him. First, he had made Layla send $200,000 to Natasha, which a hundred thousand dollars was for him and now he is having Layla send him another $100,000. He is a grown-up man but he can't help feeling fuzzy inside. All his life, he has been the one taking care of himself, but in these few hours, Jordan
Jordan has lived long enough and experienced numerous life-threatening situations to know when someone is looking at him with a strong desire for revenge. However, he doesn't let that bother him in any way. Layla is just a member of the Cadens of Opulence Heights, who are nothing to him and as such, her revenge scheme is nothing to his eyes. In fact, even if Layla was an angel from heaven, he wouldn't still take her seriously and as long as she comes for him alone, he might be generous to let her keep her life, but if she dares go after Natasha and the rest, he would kill her! With a cold glint in his eyes, he nonchalantly instructs Layla, "Now that you've sent the money, Miss Layla, you have to kneel and apologize to my friend. Ensure you earn her forgiveness or everything you've done will be in vain.""Ok," Layla has already decided on getting back at Jordan for everything he has done to her today so she doesn't react negatively to his instruction and merely nods. Without further