Brenda Shaw gasped in horror.

She was at a gallop through the dimly lit underground parking lot.

A large group of bodyguards was chasing after her as if she was a thief.

While running, Brenda wildly cursed at the director of the show that she was working for.

This tonight, the crew had dinner together, and several investors joined them.

Given that Brenda's role in the show was nothing significant, it was quite unusual that she was invited.

Therefore, she had been extremely cautious and did not drink much.

However, though she had tried to prevent herself from getting drunk or being drugged, she could not stop President Wood from trying to molest her in front of the others.

Feeling scared and furious, Brenda ran faster and faster. All of a sudden, she almost crashed into a flamboyant sports car around the corner.

Who had parked the vehicle in the walkway?

Just then, Brenda felt a sharp soreness in her shoulder. Someone grabbed her tightly.

A thud then sounded.

Brenda got dizzy.

She was pressed hard against the hood of the car by those who caught up with her.

While she was struggling to stand up, the large group of bodyguards surrounded her.

President Wood disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward, sizing Brenda up and down with a creepy look in his eyes.

"Brenda, why were you running away from me? I like you and will certainly make you a famous actress."

With that, he reached out eagerly to touch the woman's curvy figure.

Feeling disgusted, Brenda desperately dodged the man's hands and snapped, "Don't touch me! I have no interest in you, you fucking idiot."

"How dare you, you bitch! We both know you're nothing but a whore. Stop pretending to be chaste!"

He then said to his subordinate, who was grasping Brenda, "Hold the woman well. I will fuck her here and now."

Then, the man, whose face was reddened and the body was smelly, walked over towards Brenda.

Here and now?

Brenda's brain buzzed, and she then lifted her legs in rage and kicked at the part between President Wood's thighs with her stiletto heels.

Go to hell!

Just as those bodyguards hurried to help their boss, Brenda rolled over the hood, intending to escape.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

The light golden Bugatti beneath Brenda abruptly growled like a cheetah waked up by its prey.

Brenda reacted swiftly, rolling off the hood and falling to the ground.

The others on the scene were not as lucky as her.

The airflow stirred up by the vehicle pushed those people to the ground.

President Wood, who had been standing in front of the car, was pushed several meters away and then hit the floor. What's worse, the Bugatti was rushing over to him!

He turned pale, shivering all over.

A scuffing noise sounded as the car suddenly stopped.

The top-of-the-line sports car came to a halt several centimeters away from the man.

President Wood, who was awkward and messy, immediately rose to his feet, cursing in a rage, "Bastard. Get off the car!"

The car window was rolled down.

At President Wood's aggressive words, the man sitting in the driver's seat tilted his head slightly.

The vibe he gave off was imposing.

His eyes were shining like stars in the darkness.

He revealed a perfectly contoured profile.

His brows were thick and dark, his eyes sharp and deep.

All in all, his features and appearance were impressive and stunning. Anyone who saw him once would never forget his face.

And the deterrence contained in his eyes actually stunned everyone on the spot.