Screech!Dos finally caught up. When he looked up, he was astonished… The police station?What was he doing here?With no time to think, Dos got out of the car and rushed inside.…“Keep this somewhere safe, Miss. Here’s your new identity card.”“Thank…” Before she could finish her sentence, a hand came into view suddenly as it snatched the identity card away from the staff at the counter.“You’ve got the wrong one. This is my Identity…” Jane turned around and froze at once. Her pale li
He dragged her out of the lobby and trotted toward the car.“Let go, let go! You’re hurting me!” Whilst holding the back of her waist, the woman struggled to break free from the man’s iron grip.The man ignored her as he stuffed her into the back passenger seat violently and climbed inside himself. Dos understood what was going on at once and hurried over to get into the driver’s seat.A partition rose between the front and back seats. Jane panicked when she heard the mechanical sound of the
“Mm!”It was useless to struggle.It was useless to resist.She tried tussling but was restrained by his iron grip.She bit down hard so that he could have a taste of splitting pain.Unfortunately, he did not feel any pain. Instead, a crack was heard coming from her jaw. What followed after the crisp crunching sound of bones was the pain that shot through her jaw. The pain was no less than the scalpel slicing through the back of her waist back then!She was gasping desperately. The pain sh
As long as she behaved, then there would be no more pain. It sounded so easy… Why would she not want to do it?"You don't need to go to Storge anymore.""…" Why? The woman opened and closed her mouth a few times, eventually swallowing her question that carried a hint of defiance back into her stomach… As long as she behaved, then there would be no more pain… "…Mm.""Hand over the current projects and everything else related to Storge to someone you trust and let that person handle it… That Vi
Occasionally when he was tired, he would walk to the french window to see her in the backyard holding onto her pant leg with her bare feet. She had not looked the slightest bit reserved and gentle when she laid on the lawn flat on her back.As the thought of it, he realized that these memories were etched incredibly deep into his mind. He was actually looking forward to seeing what the future held.The woman next to him disagreed, though.Her shoulders shuddered… Stewart manor contained too m
Why was she here?How could she come here?How could Sir bring her in here?This was the place Rosaline grew up in. This woman was not welcome here!The old butler’s gray hair was hanging over his forehead, and his veins were protruding.He tried his best to suppress the rage that was roaring in his chest!He was the Stewarts’ old butler after all. For generations, they had served the Stewarts. At this moment, the old butler tried his best to endure. The chord in his head was about to snap
“Get some rest. I’ll ask Alora to go shopping with you after lunch.” Sean led Jane into a bedroom.Jane was actually familiar with the structure of the manor. When he led her to the second floor, she already knew where she was about to stay. Naturally, Sean did not know what she was currently thinking about because he did not notice the conflicted look on the woman’s face.He simply led her into the house, gave her some simple instructions, turned around, and left.Jane, on the other hand, st
The man busily worked in the study for the entire day. He ate a quick lunch before going into the study again in a hurry.He simply asked Jane to seek the servants’ help if she needed anything done.Jane sat at the long corridor outside the manor and watched the gardener in the manor trim the grass and flowers. The sun was warm; the sky was blue; even the breeze carried an indistinct fragrance with it. She was put in a trance as though she had traveled back in time.No one interrupted her. Unknowingly, she dozed off while lying on the bamboo bench.Everything was perfect, so perfect that it seemed unreal.If the straight and rigid figure standing at the end of the corridor could be ignored, then everything would be even more perfect.At the end of the long corridor not far away, the man’s silver-white hair danced with the breeze, failing to conceal the loathing in those hazy eyes below the grey eyebrows. The old butler held onto the pillar for balance. His aged eyes were beyond