"It's just a superficial wound," the taxi driver fibs, unable to bring himself to admit the severity of his injury. Natasha is already worried seeing he is injured. He can't bear to tell her that the injury is actually so deep– too deep that the mere sight of it frightens him. His car interior is stained with his blood, mingled with the alcohol he used to disinfect it."Hmph, who knows if there's even an injury there, or if you're just pretending to be injured? If you're really injured, where are the blood stains? It seems like you're just trying to gain our sympathy!"Anyways, I can't entertain any of you. You damaged my bumper, and you have to compensate me. My car is a Rolls-Royce Dawn worth $500,000, something neither of you can obviously make in a lifetime. I could demand $200,000 for my bumper, but I'll be generous and settle for $100,000. So, which one of you is going to pay up?""You must be high on drugs," Natasha hisses disdainfully. Ah! She hasn't seen someone like Layla
"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
There is total silence for a while before Layla replies surprisingly calmly, "You indeed can use your fists and feet to get your words to stand. I have to admit that you are quite talented. Something rather unusual, as I had not expected to find such an expert in East Veridora."But then," her expression suddenly turns smug as she sneers, "Don't think you can use those for everyone! I'm a member of the Caden family of Opulence Heights! You can't dare lay your hands on...,"SLAP!Layla is yet to finish speaking when an abrupt slap sends her tumbling to the floor."How dare you slap my niece? Are you..."SLAP!Just like Layla, the young woman is yet to finish her statement when a slap also sends her tumbling to the floor, leaving Natasha and the taxi driver shocked to their bones.Layla and the young woman are members of the prestigious Caden family of Opulence Heights. Although they don't know how powerful the Caden family is over there, the fact that they are from Opulence Heights is
Layla and the young woman's expressions are sullen and they desire nothing more than to escape this embarrassing situation they found themselves in. But they know better than to try to leave. The young man in front of them is terrifying and they are acutely aware he would never let them go until he had accomplished his goals. So what's the point of trying?With an air of resignation, Layla audibly sucks her teeth, and stands from the ground, brushing the dirt off her clothes and shooting Jordan a glare as she asks coldly, "What is it that you want to say? We're listening!" If her eyes were a pistol, Jordan would have definitely been shot dead on the spot for reducing her to this state and daring to lay hands on her precious cheek, a cheek that had only known gentle caresses throughout her life.A sinister smile tugs at Jordan's lips at Layla's expression. But he pays little heed to it as he states coolly, "My request is quite simple and something I've said before. If you want to leav
"Uhm," Layla's complexion turns ashen, her face draining of all color. She had thought Jordan was terrifying enough while he was still calm, but now he suddenly exuded a chilling aura, one she had never felt before.If he was a terrifying young man earlier, he is more like a ferocious monster now, albeit a strangely cute one, unlike the ones she had seen in horror movies but even more dangerous than them."I... I didn't mean that," slightly raising her gaze to sneak a peek at Jordan, Layla stammers, shifting from foot to foot. "Who am I to dare say you, your friends, and family would meet the same fate as me? I was just teasing you! I really was!"In the face of Jordan's aura, Layla is so scared out of her wits that she hastily backtracks on her earlier statement. So what if she is a member of the Cadens of Opulence Heights? In the face of this monster, what can that possibly achieve?Especially, since this is his turf, his county while she is only a guest. Guess it is at this moment
Layla is gripped by an overwhelming sense of dread, her heart ricocheting against her chest. The murderous intent emanating from Jordan's eyes is unmistakable. He really has the intention to kill her.But she is still in the bloom of her youth, her life barely beginning, with many dreams left unfulfilled. How can she die?"No," unable to control herself, her legs give way, and she drops to her knees with a resounding thud. She clutches at Jordan's leg, her voice reduced to a helpless whisper. "Please, sir," Layla implores, her eyes filled with desperation. "I'm still so young; I can't bear to die. I beg you to be magnanimous and spare me. I promise you, I'll never dare try to harm your friends or family. I promise."Seeing her usually domineering and proud niece reduced to kneeling and pleading, the young woman is so aggrieved and infuriated. Layla never kneels to anyone, but now she is not only kneeling but also begging. This is such a hard pill to swallow.She sucks her teeth, her f
"You... What are you talking about?" The young woman stutters, her gaze darting everywhere but at Jordan."I believe you know best what I'm talking about," Jordan sneers."Uhm," she nibbles on her lower lip, retorting while fiddling with her fingers. "Sir, I really don't know what you are talking about. I'm very much lost here. Nevertheless, I never lied to you. All that I said earlier is nothing but the truth. Believe me.""The truth? Believe you?" Jordan scoffs, quite amazed at how at how good she could feign ignorance."Sir, if you have anything in mind, you might as well say it instead of doing this," gritting her teeth, the young woman retorts."Oh?" Jordan chuckles wryly. "In that case, I should ask you, madame, do you think I have a short memory, or did you think you could deceive me?" Jordan can't really understand what made Layla's aunt believe she could lie to him or try to deceive him. Just a while ago, Layla had promised Natasha that she would forget everything if Natasha
Jordan's foot halts midair as he turns to look at Natasha. "What?" He raises a brow."Don't kill her. Please," Natasha implores, staring pleadingly at him."And why shouldn't I?" Jordan furrows his brow, struggling to comprehend why Natasha would plead for the life of someone who had ridiculed her and harbored the intention of killing her."Uhm," Natasha sighs heavily, saying, "I know you are doing this to keep me safe, but what about you? If you kill the young Miss, the Cadens will haunt you for the rest of your life and will never stop until they kill you. I know you're not afraid of being haunted, you are not afraid of anything, but how can you ever have peace again? Is killing her really worth sacrificing your peace? Please don't be rash! Please!""Your friend is right, kind sir; it's not really worth it for you to jeopardize your peace just because you want to kill me. And I promise you once again, if you let me off, I'll never seek revenge against you or your friends and family,"