With a loud bang, along with the sound, the driver's seat window broke into pieces. This unexpected scene not only scared Ashley but also scared the driver in the driver's seat.

'I... I have to call the police, there's no law..." What?


A pile of brand-new money hit the driver. At a glance, it costs about ten thousand dollars. Outside the car door, a guard dressed in black coldly asked: "Can you open the car door now?"

'Maybe. Of course, you can." When the driver saw the money, he immediately responded with bright eyes and opened the passenger door: "Hey, get out of the car."

The driver was sure in his heart that this crazy woman must have offended someone in authority or something. He became even more rude to Ashley. Without hesitation, he kicked Ashley out of the car. His voice was rough. 


Ashley refused to get out of the car. She hugged the arm of the chair tightly. The driver saw this and rudely pulled Ashley's hand away.

'Get out of the car. I'm not driving for you. Get out of the car, quickly."


Ashley hugged the back of the chair, desperately shaking her head... 'No. Do not. Don't kick me out of the car...'

'Get out of the car." Behind Ashley, a cold sound rang out.  The familiar sound made Ashley's spine stiffen for a moment.

The weather tonight, which was already a bit dry and hot, was wiped away by this sudden sound.

'No, don't turn around, just don't turn around... It's just an illusion, I heard wrong.' She thought to herself.

'Don't make me say it a second time. Ashley, you know how tragic the results will be if you anger me." The voice behind him became even more inhumane.

Ashley's face lost all color in the blink of an eye... She knew. Of course, she knows. How could she not know?

So, suppressing her fear, she slowly turned around.

The man stood two or three meters outside the car door, under the streetlight, lighting a cigarette between his fingers. He inhaled the remaining smoke, covering half of his perfectly sculpted face.

Under the dim light, Ashley could not see Milan's expression. The other person stood under the streetlight, waving at her: "Come here."

Milan's low voice is very seductive, making any woman bow her head after hearing it as if she were drunk.

But the sound that reached Ashley's ears now was like a hellish king demanding her life. She didn't want to go there, not one bit, but she didn't dare, her legs seemed to intentionally step out of the car, and Ashley started walking. The movement slowly walked towards the man under the streetlight.

The man's beautiful eyebrows frowned, his eyes fell on Ashley's thigh, then his eyes stopped on Ashley's face, he smiled faintly and quipped: 'What do you mean? You're just buying time today, right?"

Ashley's breathing slowed down, her fingers pressed fiercely on her thighs... In Milan's heart, he knew that her actions were slow because she wanted to deliberately delay time.

On the contrary, she hoped it was as he said: she was just stalling for time.

This is the truth… The truth. 

Gritting her teeth, Ashley walked faster, a familiar pain came, and Ashley pinched herself aggressively.

The man under the streetlight saw her walking quickly, the corner of his mouth raised slightly... So that's right because it's a toy, it must have the shape of a toy.

Reaching out to grab the woman right in front of him, Milan exhaled the last sip of cigarette smoke, his fingers tightly grasping the cigarette butt, he put his hand behind his back, and immediately a subordinate took the cigarette butt from his hand.

The next second, a hand squeezed her chin, causing Ashley's chin to ache.

Milan grabbed Ashley's chin and turned it up and down a few times, his sharp eyes carefully enjoying Ashley's suffering.

'When did arrogant Ashley become so cowardly and weak that she was humiliated by a minicab driver to the point of being injured all over her body and still pretending to admit her mistake? What kind of dignity is that?"

Ashley's body trembled, and she blurted out: "You sent your subordinates to follow me?"

'I guess you're not so stupid."

Ashley's face was extremely ugly, and she suddenly smiled bitterly... she said, how could Milan let her go so easily?

Suddenly she tilted her head, looked at the taxi driver, and said slowly: "Master, aren't you asking me if I stole something so I was kicked out and had nowhere to go?" She slowly looked into the driver's eyes.

'Life, what I took away was a woman's life, I killed the woman he liked the most." Ashley slowly pointed towards Milan, then pointed towards her. "My best friend."

She spoke very slowly, making everyone present feel like they were not dealing with a young girl but like an old woman - an old woman in her twilight years.

Milan hated this feeling. Anger flared in his stomach. He grabbed Ashley's hand and pulled her into the car he was in.

Ashley suddenly exclaimed: "Wait a minute, it's my money." She ran back to the taxi. It says running, but in reality, in everyone's eyes, this running speed is only a little faster than the speed of a normal person.

Just as she was about to approach the taxi, a long arm wrapped around her waist.

'My money. Without money, how can I…"

'Without money, how can you run away, right?" In her ear, a cold voice interrupted Ashley. He coldly asked: "Huh? Right?"

Ashley was a bit stunned... No, of course not. She wants her money back because she needs a lot of money, she has to pay off all her debts, she has to complete the deal... Her money. City A of her dreams. Her wish.

'Let me go. Money." Ashley struggled and shouted at the driver, her voice hoarse. "Give me my money back."