Chapter 104

Sia had a broken jaw, bruised knees, face and scalp. Her parents admitted her at the emergency ward, even when they were yet to believe the magic wand she waved that delivered her from that gutted bus.

Onlookers were yet to believe a single soul survived that auto-crash. It was bizarre.

The media propagated the face of Sia on all the channels, just to inform the populace that a soul narrowly escaped the auto-crash.

But how she did it was yet to be known.

“I did,” Brian intoned within himself while he watched the news on the TV.

Having lost interest in the news, he turned off the TV, squeezed a cigar between his lips and lit.

“Get well soon, slave, and give me that body,” he spoke yet further while he lust after the naked pale ass of Sia on his phone.

At the hospital Sia was hushed and responding to treatment quickly.

The hospital management had restricted the influx of media staff and well wishers from paying her condolence.

When she opened her eyes from slumber, she