Chapter 11

Hayden's head tilted slightly, disbelief evident on his face, and he loosened his hands on Lena's throat.

He touched his own cheek and paused for several seconds.

Lena had never hit him, and would even rather get hurt herself than let him get hurt.

Moreover, he was just humiliated in the private room.

He faintly felt that something had indeed changed.

The next second, Lena asked, "Does it hurt?"

Hayden was instantly filled with confidence. It was clear that she was just pretending!

Lena just wanted to get his attention using this method!

Exactly! Lena loved him so obsessively that she couldn't live without him!

He took a deep breath and said, "I'll see how long you can hold on."

Lena leaned against the wall, waiting until she was the only one left before she rubbed her uncomfortable stomach.

When she was choked, she really felt like throwing up.

After drinking so much wine, it was impossible not to feel anything, and now her stomach felt bloated and painful.

She quickly changed her clothes and walked out of the Moonlight Lounge. Suddenly, she was forcefully pulled by someone.

Shane kicked her in the abdomen, with a sinister expression on his face. "Weren't you feeling so proud just now?"

Lena wiped the corner of her mouth and found it amusing. This person was swindled out of 850,000 dollars in the private room. He couldn't react angrily then, so he hid there to ambush her.

Honestly, that was pretty pathetic.

As expected, all Hayden's friends were scumbags.

Shane quickly approached and grabbed Lena's hair, exerting such a strong force that he almost tore her scalp off.

"Lena, you are nothing. Compared to Leah, you're just garbage. Tell me, if I throw you onto Travis' bed, do you think he'd be happy? He's been lusting after your body for a long time. Leah said you made her upset on her birthday—next time, be careful. Otherwise, I'll have a few men take turns with you and post your photos everywhere."

Whenever Leah shed a tear in front of Shane, he was ready to rip his heart out for her.

Wherever Leah pointed, Shane struck.

Shane looked down at the disheveled woman in his grasp and sneered, "Don't anger Leah again. You won't be able to handle the consequences."

He let go of Lena, snorted coldly, and left directly.

Lena's scalp was burning, and her stomach hurt.

Shane had hit women before. Just now, Lena didn't provoke him because she was afraid of suffering even worse.

Lena slowly got up, feeling a surge in her stomach. She couldn't hold it back and vomited, her eyes welling up with redness.

At least Shane was right. Although she lost her memory, she was clearly aware that she was indeed a worthless person that no one cared about.

She had almost vomited all the contents in her stomach before standing by the roadside, trying to hail a taxi back to her rental home.

A luxurious car stopped in front of her, and the car window slowly rolled down, revealing a stunning face.

The man's face was chiseled, perfect to the point of being impeccable. He appeared noble and indifferent, his jet-black pupils reflecting her current disheveled state. Even the light and shadows seemed to favor him.

Lena's face turned pale. Before she could come back to her senses, she instinctively took several steps back.

This was Hunter.

This was the first time she saw Hunter in person, and she was actually afraid of him, causing cold sweat to quickly pour down her back.

Instincts never lied—she must have always kept her distance from this man in the past.

If Hunter's legs were really injured because of her, would she even still be alive?

She suppressed the urge to escape and politely greeted him, "Mr. Reid."

"Where do you live? I'll send you home."

Lena's heart clenched as if something was squeezing it tightly. Why was she so afraid of this man?

She had to figure it out.

"Okay, Mr. Reid."

She politely bowed, opened the car door, and immediately noticed the wheelchair placed beside it.

That overwhelming fear crept over her again, making her fingertips involuntarily curl.

Just how terrified had she been of Hunter before? Even after losing her memory, just being alone with him felt like torture.

The car started to move slowly, and she sat upright, stating her current address.

Hunter spoke to her, "That place is very close to the Reid Group."

"Well, yes, I plan to work at the Reid Group."

As for her goal of working there to chase after him... maybe it was better not to mention that. She had a feeling he'd throw her out on the spot.

As soon as she said so, the temperature inside the carriage dropped sharply, making her scalp numb with cold.

For the rest of the time, Hunter closed his eyes to rest and didn't speak again.

Lena frowned. She had a nagging feeling that her words had hit a sore spot for him, but she couldn't figure out what she had said wrong.

The car arrived. Lena got out of the car and politely said, "Thank you, Mr. Reid. How about... I treat you to a meal next time?"

Hunter's gaze paused on her face for a few seconds before coldly shifting away.

At this awkward situation, Lena forced a smile.

She stood still in place, thinking he would leave soon, but then she heard him shout, "Lena."

She subconsciously answered, "Huh?"

But then, the car window rolled up and the car drove away.