"So that's why you lied and manipulated me?" I brushed his hand off, incredulous.
"What more do you want?! Can't you just obey?"
I grabbed my bags, done with the drama.
But he grabbed my arm and yelled, "Tell me, where did you get two million? Did you sleep with someone?!"
I struggled free and slapped him, "Do you think everyone's as corrupt as you?"
He sneered, "If you leave, I'm engaged with Ava, no regrets."
"Get in the car, Miss Miller." The driver came over and stowed my luggage.
As the car window closed, I saw Jason's grim face in the distance.
"Are you going to Badminton Premier League in March?" A deep voice interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up, and he was closing a document, looking at me intently.
He had striking features, sharp eyes, and carried himself with an air of elegance and authority.
The annual cover star of "Real" is Lucas Wilson, heir to a vast business empire and a top mogul in various industries, only thirty years old.
But his real passion is sports.
"I remember you haven't competed in the past two years. How's your leg?"
I was taken aback, "It's fine now."
Talent and excellence are never in short supply in this industry.