Chapter 8


    Chapter 8


    Who is he? Through the broken rear-view mirror, the man saw the kickboxer and the previous driver


    covering their necks and crouching on the ground. Their whole bodies were twitching, and they


    eventually fell to their deaths. No one saw how Donald killed them. What the hell? Holding the steering


    wheel with both hands, he stared at Donald in disbelief. With such strength, he must be one of the


    strongest men in the world! "Where’s your stronghold?"


    Like a killer, Donald stretched out his hand expressionlessly and grabbed the man’s neck, dragging him


    out of the van. However, blood began to gush out from thetter’s facial orifices, and he died in an


    instant. Frowning, Donald threw him on the ground and examined his body. "Cyanide."


    Meanwhile, the woman with her hands and feet tied struggled and stared at Donald with a forlorn


    expression. ncing at her, he flicked his fingers, and a shard of ss flew out, severing the rope


    around her body. Subsequently, he searched for useful information in the van, but he found nothing. It


    was too clean. "Why did they kidnap you?"


    He looked at the woman, only to see her removing the towel stuck in her mouth. Then, she gasped a


    couple of times and stretchedzily. "Who knows?"


    In response, Donald shot her an intense nce. If she doesn’t want to tell me, then forget it.


    Instantaneously, he got out of the van and removed all his scents and traces. Not only that, but he also


    arranged for someone to remove all the surveince footage along the way. Momentster, Lana


    jumped off the vehicle. Even though she looked a bit disheveled, she was still stunning and beautiful.


    Her bright red dress entuated her elegance, and her crystal-clear eyes were sparkling with an


    exquisite gleam. She was as charming as Hannah and Jennifer. However, Jennifer was gentle and


    virtuous, while Hannah was cold and had an unapproachable demeanor. Wynter was a graceful andExclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.


    sophisticated woman. On the contrary, Lana was sexy and alluring. She had a perfect body figure and


    was every man’s dream girl. "I’m Lana Collins."


    Shortly afterward, she approached him and stretched out her slender hand. Donald did not shake her


    hand. "We only met each other by chance. It’s better to forget me and forget everything you see today."


    With that, he hopped on the shared bike and was about to leave. "Hey, how could you leave me here


    alone? What if they kidnap me again?"


    Anxious, she stomped her foot, and her breasts started to jiggle. Supposedly, such a slim figure should


    not be that busty. "With your status, I believe someone will pick you up soon,"


    he answered. "No, you must take me with you. Those people are useless. How can they let these


    abductors kidnap me right under their noses? I don’t trust them anymore. I only have faith in you,"


    said Lana. A look of impatience appeared on his face as he stated, "I don’t have time for this."


    His words caught her by surprise. What’s wrong with him? Does he not know how many people in


    Pollerton want to get in my favor? "How dense of you! The men who are in love with me could line up


    from here and all the way to Ferropene, but now, I’m giving you a chance to pursue me. I’m capable of


    anything."


    As she said that, she licked her lips like a seductress. Donald sneered, "Then, kindly ask the men who


    were lining up in Ferropene to send me a bottle of red wine."


    In an instant, she was bereft of speech. "I’ll pay you one million. Bring me back."


    It was the first time she wanted to beat someone up. "Pay in cash and write me a receipt as the proof


    of payment,"


    he responded. One million just to bring her back? This is such a huge bargain. It’s a good chance to


    earn money. Besides, if I can show Jennifer the proof of payment, it will save me a lot of trouble. For


    instance, I can exin how I manage to get so much money in such a short amount of time. Jennifer


    loves me, and I love her too. For the time being, I don’t want her to enter my world. Her world is


    peaceful, but mine is dark and dangerous. Puzzled, Lana asked, "Someone will pick me up in the


    downtown area, and I’ll pay you one million in cash when we’re there. Why do I need to write a


    receipt?"


    Immediately, Donald’s expression softened. "To show it to my wife. Otherwise, she might think I earned


    the money illegally. She’ll be anxious."


    Once Lana heard that, sorrow was written all over her face. "You’re married? I’m sad and heartbroken,"


    shemented while pursing her lips. The next moment, Donald let out a sarcasticugh. Her words


    could only deceive those innocent young men as well as those wealthy men who were overwhelmed by


    lust. "What should I write?"


    Lana rolled her eyes. "Just write that I’ve saved you today, and you’re very grateful to me. Hence,


    you’re paying me arge sum of money to show your appreciation. Then, sign your name below."


    Hearing that, she twitched her lips in disdain and reached for her lipstick and a piece of tissue from her


    bag. "Don’t use lipstick,"


    uttered Donald. The rage within her instantly imploded. "Take it or leave it!"


    "Fine."


    Left with no choice, he could only nod. After she finished writing, she got on the bicycle. Fortunately,


    the bicycle had a back seat and was designed for two people. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him


    to bring her along. Crossing her legs, Lana sat in the rear seat and wrapped one of her arms around


    his waist. Her cheeks were slightly reddened. As night fell, the street lights lit up. She seemed to be a


    little tired, tilting her head and leaning on his back. She flushed when she heard his strong heartbeat


    and smelled the subtle scent of tobo on his body. Lifting her head, she narrowed her eyes and


    watched as the street lights faded from view. As a gentle breeze brushed across her face, she perked


    up. It was the first time someone had given her a ride on a bicycle. "Donald, don’t you think that this is


    such a heartwarming scene?"


    she murmured. "I don’t know,"


    the man in front replied. Her face lit up with a smile. After some deliberation, she quickly fished out her


    phone, wrapped her arm around his waist, leaned on his back, and shot a selfie after putting on a


    blissful expression. Then, she posted it on Instagram and wrote: A rare heartwarming moment. I wish


    time could stop so that this could go on forever. Within a minute, there were a lot ofments on her


    post. One of the wealthy menmented: My queen, I’m sorry that I waste. I shall take my leave


    now. Behind the words was a crying emoticon. Immediately, Lana replied: How pretentious! Where did


    you learn these idiotic lines? I’m cklisting you! Subsequently, she blocked the man on Instagram.


    Another wealthy man wrote: Goddess, who is this man? We can only see his back. Please show us his


    face. I bet he must be very poor. He’s dressed so lowly. Momentster, she responded: I don’t need my


    man to be rich because no one is wealthier than me. You’ll be added to the cklist as well. Most of


    thements were: Damn. I’m so upset that my goddess has a boyfriend. Goddess, please tell us who


    he is! Goddess, when will you show him to us? In the meantime, Wynter, who was at Pollerton Opera


    House, also happened to see Lana’s Instagram post. Instantaneously, she grew suspicious and


    zoomed in on the photo. Why does this back look so familiar?