“You may leave,” the woman said, still gazing out at the dark window as if something captivating was outside.
Wearing a white long dress that seemed fragile enough to be blown over by the wind, the woman turned elegantly. Soft light illuminated her pale face, her long eyelashes blinking, her misty eyes revealing her current emotions: loneliness, helplessness, and hatred. She spoke softly: “I know.”
Pei Xuanzhi sneered coldly: “The law is just for taking care of the rich. Killing you is as easy as crushing an ant.” She pulled loose her hair that was tied up and forced her to look up and meet her gaze. Taking another drag of her cigarette, she pressed the glowing cigarette tip forcefully against An Ke’s cheek with a sizzling sound, leaving a scar without mercy.
At that moment, An Ke forgot the pain. She didn’t scream, her entire hatred focused on that arrogant man.
Pei Xuanzhi ultimately felt a bit of compassion and turned her back: “Throw her out.”
Two men dragged An Ke out of the Western-style building without a word, kicking her a couple of times before she lost consciousness.
The rain never stopped. When she awoke, she was still lying on the ground. As long as one is alive, there is hope. An Ke was not someone easily defeated. She tried to get up with difficulty, only then realizing her entire body was weak, and her burned face was protesting with pain – real, intense pain.
A stretched Rolls-Royce sped up and braked urgently beside her, splashing water that drenched her completely. Her already wet body now looked like it had been doused with two buckets of water, her disheveled black hair covering half her face, utterly miserable.
A man in a black suit rushed out from the passenger seat, opening the rear door while holding a large umbrella.
In a black suit, with a tall, proportionate body, handsome features, and a sunshine-like smile – this should have been a prince from a fairy tale. But the man before An Ke, she would never forget, was not a prince, but a demon – Jun Hao.
He stood like an emperor looking down at the woman on the ground, “filthy” being his impression of her at that moment.
