Suddenly, a thought dawned on Zhao Lifei: the car key was not in her hand. The door was previously locked. A bloodcurdling chill passed through her at the terrifying realization. There was a familiar chill in the air, the silence of the empty parking lot bothered her more than she anticipated.
"You've let your guard down." A man breathed into her ear, the same voice as the mysterious bidder from the banquet.
Zhao Lifei reached for her waist pants only for a pair of rough, calloused hand to grip her wrists, holding her in place. She screamed, struggling to fight back. Where were her bodyguards?! And why was this man so strong?
"Calm down, it's me." Jiang Zihui gently cooed, worried that she might hit her back against the car window and hurt herself.
