Playboy CEO, Don’t Chase Me

She didn’t care that he was a financial world celebrity, didn’t care how many women he had charmed, didn’t care that he had just been voted the “Most Valuable Bachelor,” and didn’t care that he had returned to his noble status while she was still a struggling nobody—

She nimbly jumped up, pulled her long jacket tight, and used the cover of darkness to quietly approach them.

The handsome man in the black suit bit his cigarette, turned towards her, lowered his head, shielding the flame with his left hand, and pressed the lighter with his right.

The Marlboro lit up a spark. He closed his eyes, took a deep drag, tilted his head back, and slowly exhaled a smoke ring…

Slap!

A cat’s claw came out of nowhere, knocking away the Marlboro and grazing his handsome face.

All laughter stopped abruptly.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked down, and met a pair of sparkling eyes.

He was unfamiliar with these eyes, but they were filled with a sense of familiarity and anger towards him.

He couldn’t help but be stunned. “You…”

“After waiting so long, I’ve finally gotten my revenge,” the wild cat looked up defiantly.

These past few days, she had been tracking him, because she knew the anger could only be truly relieved by confronting the person directly. Otherwise, no matter how many walls she kicked, the frustration would remain in her heart.

Staring at her small face, he lightly touched his slapped cheek and asked in a lazy tone:

“When did I ever offend you?”

She didn’t answer, nor did she feel the need to.

“I’ll consider this slap as payment for what you owe me,” she boldly patted his shoulder. “Remember, don’t offend me again, even by accident, got it?”

Just as he reached out to grab her, she dodged and swiftly disappeared into a dark alley.

The next second, camera flashes went wild. The seemingly stationary van by the roadside suddenly rushed forward, with paparazzi frantically taking pictures.

He wanted to chase after her, but his friends had already moved closer, blocking the camera lenses.

The paparazzi snapped a few photos and then sped away.

“Are you okay?” his friends asked with concern.

“It’s so scary. You should bring some bodyguards when you go out in the future.”

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