Grasping the phone, Christine ran away at once.

However, she bumped into the wall as she turned around.

"Ah, it hurts..." Feeling something flowing down on her lips, she touched her nose and found her hand reddened.

Why did she get a nosebleed? Was it because of the knock onto the wall or the hot stuff she had just seen? Whatever! She must run fast away, or she would get into trouble!

Regardless of the blood, she turned and rushed downstairs.

Darren shouted behind her, "Christine Taylor, stop! Delete the photos in your phone!"

"Bah! These are proof of your infidelity. I won't delete them!" This jackass had taken another woman onto their bed! Didn't he feel ashamed?

Thinking about what she had seen, Christine felt like her heart was pricked by countless needles.

"Christine Taylor, don't you run!" Anxious, Darren put on his pants and jumped off the bed.

If those unsightly photos were seen by others, how did he maintain the prestige in front of his employees? Even if he didn't care about his own image, the Wright Group would be affected by those tidbits. Recently, he'd been purchasing a piece of suburban land, and his reputation appeared more important than usual.

"Darren... your shirt..."

"No time for that. I have to catch up with Christine and delete those photos. I must stop her from publicizing them!" Darren said as he took up his expensive white shirt and rushed out.

"Darren..."

At that moment, Christine had run out of the villa and saw a taxi. Without any hesitation, she got into the vehicle.

"Dammit!" Seeing Christine escape by taxi in the gloom, Darren hurried into his 100-m² garage and picked a Bugatti Veyron of the best performance. Among so many cars, it had the highest speed of 300 km/h.

To catch up with Christine, he got into the sports car and zoomed his way forward.

"Sir, could you drive faster than the Bugatti Veyron behind us?" Christine urged anxiously when Darren almost caught up with her.

"I want to drive faster, too. But as you see, this is only an ordinary car, while that is a luxury sports car worth millions of RMB. How could I outrun it?" The driver shook his head helplessly.

"Then could you please stop at the intersection there? I'll take a shortcut." Christine decided to bet on her feet.

Brought up in the countryside, she almost ran her way to adulthood. When it came to running, that pampered man was definitely not her rival.

As soon as the taxi stopped, Christine gave a 100-yuan note to the driver and didn't take the change. Right away, she charged along the sidewalk.

Seeing her get off the taxi, Darren braked to a halt by the road, though it was illegal. On locking the car door, he dashed up desperately. Those photos were his reputation and also the key to the success of his new project.

"Christine Taylor, stop! Give me your phone!" Although Christine was fast, Darren gritted his teeth and raced closely.

"I won't give it to you! I'll sell the photos to Tencent!" huffed she who was heartbroken for being betrayed.

"Christine Taylor, how dare you?" Darren flew into a rage. What this woman wanted was his money! "How much do you want? One million? Or five million? As long as you delete those photos, I'll give you a satisfactory sum!"

He was willing to trade a big sum for those photos.

"One million? Five million? Am I that despicable in your heart?" She stopped, staring at him with red eyes.

She never stayed with him for his money...

"Humph, don't act in front of me. If you don't want my money, why do you threaten me with the photos?" he snorted, his cold lips filled with disdain. "Name your price. I'll satisfy you no matter how much you want. But you must piss off after getting the money!"

He took out a check from his pocket, his merciless eyes fixed on her pitiful face.

At this moment, this man had become a total stranger.

She stared at him with her watery eyes filled with shock; she had never expected that he would say "piss off" to her!

"Darren Wright..." Holding the phone tightly, she stumbled back. "Do you really want me to piss off?"