"What?" Jordan instantly restrains himself, his foot stopping just an inch away from Natasha's head. A sudden wave of dread courses through him, his brows narrowing. If he hadn't been extraordinarily quick, he might have accidentally killed Natasha. He can't help but frown as he gazes down at her, asking coldly, "Are you so eager to die?"Natasha had witnessed what happened just now. She knows that if Jordan had not been quick enough, she might be dead at this moment. Her breath is heavy and she is gasping but this doesn't stop her from retorting coolly, "If you are still eager to kill her, then yes, I'm still so eager to die!"It's not that Natasha likes the idea of Layla leaving unscathed, but she cares too much for Jordan to let him put himself in such danger just to keep her safe. Layla is a member of the Cadens, and no matter how strong Jordan is, challenging an entire family like the Cadens is a perilous endeavor. She can't even bear the thought, let alone see it happening."Hm
Layla's back prickles and her mouth runs dry. Jordan is just so terrifying in every sense that she can't keep up. And though he sounds calm, the eerieness in his voice is about to make her wet her pants again.The thought that she had even done so before and could still feel the wetness down her legs leaves her flushing red in embarrassment. In the face of Jordan, she feels like a complete mess, an irritating one at that. And to top it off, she can no longer find her voice, as if it was stolen.Fortunately for her, her aunt, who is surprisingly still composed, comes to her rescue, asking Jordan with a slightly raised brow, "Kind sir, how can we ever take your magnanimity for foolishness or bite off more than we can chew?" "Do you really want me to answer that?" Jordan narrows his eyes."Uhm," the young woman takes an unconscious step backward, retorting nervously, "Kind sir, we are merely humans, and we don't know it all. Please kindly tell us what you want us to do to fully regain o
"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