Trash and dirty water rained down on me as Luka stood off in the distance, shielding Quincy behind him.
He cast me a single glance, a silent signal telling me to endure. In his eyes, the only thing that mattered was keeping Quincy out of the storm.
My vision blurred, and the world spun. Years of malnutrition had left my body too weak, and I was on the verge of collapsing.
Just then, a van screeched to a halt nearby. Several men in black suits rushed out, forming a wall around me as they hurled two suitcases full of cash at the bachelor.
The men in black steadied me and said, “Miss, forgive us, we came late.”
The reporters and onlookers stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened.
Before being helped into the car, I turned to look at Quincy, my lips moving soundlessly, “Don’t worry, Quincy, it’s not over yet.”
Her face went pale as she trembled uncontrollably, shrinking behind Luka.
“This woman really managed to cling to a rich man. Look at the one in the passenger seat; his silhouette just screams extraordinary.”
Drawn by the whispers, Luka turned his gaze to the passenger side, and sure enough, the figure of a man sat there.
