Emma Jones stood at the bus stop and hid her under the ceiling from the rain. People came and walked past her.

The rainy night wind was cold on her wet body, she wrapped her arms around her, and the aggrieved tears dropped recklessly.

She found that she even couldn't find a place to go.

She couldn't go to the hospital as she couldn't let her grandma see her like this.

The school was closed during the school holidays. She was a day student and could not live in the dormitory.

Because she usually worked part-time industriously, she didn't have many friends in school.

Daisy Dean, the only best friend she could talk to, was visiting her relatives in the United States at this time.

Emma Jones tore apart the Band-Aid she bought at the convenience store and stood against the non-reflective side of the billboard. She raised her hand and put it on the wound.

The cut was not deep, but it was red and swollen.

After being caught in the rain for more than half a day, coupled with the wound, her brain became a little heavy, and the breath exhaled became sultry.

She knew it was a precursor to a fever.

"Well..."

Suddenly, the sound of a horn sounded behind her.

Emma Jones sniffed and turned back ...

A showy red Ferrari was brazenly parked less than a meter away from her.

That was Mack Smith's car!

"Get in the car."

The window was opened, and she saw Mack Smith's handsome face protruded. Emma Jones felt his tone scurrilous and overbearing.

The cold, charming and handsome man she met before also talked in this strong and domineering tone, but it never repelled Emma Jones, and she rather felt it as a part of his nature, which was noble and not pretentious.

However, the evil spirit in the face of Mack Smith made Emma Jones deeply disgusted.

Looking at Mack Smith with his smile and unscrupulous eyes, Emma Jones had the urge to step on his feet.

No one knew better than her what kind of person Mack Smith was.

This man was definitely a scumbag.

Playing with women, playing with love, his character was terrible!

Every time she finished bathing and watched TV, she could always feel Mack Smith's playful and aggressive look on her, just like the look a man would have when he was judging and hinting a woman.

She wasn't stupid and she knew exactly why Mack Smith looked at her like that.

To this end, she wanted to flee from this home and had applied to live on campus many times.

However, no matter how many times she tried, it would be intercepted by Mack Smith in the end.

She disliked Mack Smith and even hated him.

"Never mind. I dare not sit in your car..." Said in a cold tone, Emma Jones turned and left.

Mack Smith seemed to be determined to mess her up and kept chasing after her and horning horns.

This scene attracted the attention of passersby. They pointed and discussed their relationship in whispers.

"Get in the car!"

Mack Smith's voice was dangerously high.

Gazing on Emma Jones's reddish cheeks, his tone became more and more impatient: "Emma Jones, don't let me say it again. You'd better not challenge my anger before I get angry."

Emma Jones rolled her eyes, "Mack Smith, your head must have been caught by the door before you come out!"

Otherwise, how could he say such shameless and disgusting words?

Who provoked his anger?

She had no interest at all, so please don't bother her again, she's had enough!

Also, pressing the horn so arrogantly on the street was simply a lack of social ethics!

Mack Smith's handsome face sank instantly.

He pushed the door of the car open, took a few steps, and gripped Emma Jones's wrist fiercely. "Emma Jones, you make me angry."

Emma Jones was hurt by him. Given she had already been uncomfortable, her emotions broke out.

She raised her foot and kicked Mack Smith, "Asshole, let go of me, believe it or not, I will call the police!"

Mack Smith's strength was not diminished and he dragged her into the car with his eyebrows raising and he sneered: "Call the police? You can try, and I don't mind letting the police watch aside..."

The whole of him was so arrogant!

But indeed, he had this ability.

In A City, Mack Smith was the king of the underground. Not to mention Emma Jones wouldn't really call the police, even if she did report to the police, the police would not dare to butt in Mack Smith's private affairs.

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, his identity as the young master of the Jones Family was dazzling enough, but compared to the huge forces behind him, it was almost insignificant.

For all the gray areas in A City, as well as the import and export trade, were industries under his name. The assets he owned were almost tens to hundreds of times that of the Jones Family. If it were not for her, he would not even bother to stay in the Jones Family as the young master.

Looking at Mack Smith's arrogant face, Emma Jones couldn't wait to crack him.

She clenched the car door tightly. No matter how Mack Smith pulled her, she refused to get in the car. "Mack Smith, you scumbag, I'm your sister in honor!"

She was scared after Mack Smith tore up his hypocrisy mask. After harassing her for seven years, was he finally going to do something to her?

At this time, if she was brought into Ji's car, she didn't even need to think about what would happen...

She couldn't mess with him; wouldn't she even hide?

"Younger sister?"

Mack Smith whispered by her ear, and his eyes were full of dangerous cold light, "You are wrong, Emma Jones, you will never be my sister. No matter in blood or name, you will never be, you can only be mine......"

"Uhhhhhh", his later words were replaced by a groan.

While he was talking and was distracted, Emma Jones lifted her foot and kicked him at the fatal point of the man. Then, when his pain struck, she got rid of his fetter...

Seeing that his face had changed with pain, it seemed that she had kicked in the right place.

She had always been vigilant for him for a long time. When she was at home, she would lock her door, and tightly closed the windows. She was afraid that Mack Smith would break in.

Now, in the face of Mack Smith's insanity, how could she be defenseless and obeyed him?

No longer paying attention to Mack Smith, she ran into the crowd ...

However......

Just a few minutes after running, she was chased by Mack Smith.

The flying charm face, the arrogant look, were all too dazzling.

He raised his lips and smiled, approaching her step by step ...

Emma Jones felt her dead heavy and buzzing.

Mack Smith, this terrible bastard!

He pretended, he even pretended to be taken down by her ...

Devil, this bastard man was definitely a demon.

Her face turned pale. If Mack Smith caught her at this time, she would definitely end up more horribly than she could imagine. This terrible demon would tease her in various ways that made her feel shame ...

She knew him too well. He was just a scumbag who was born cool and unethical.

Just when Emma Jones thought she would be overtaken by Mack Smith, a black Rolls Royce stopped beside her.

The door opened, a pair of slender palms clasped her arms and pulled her quickly and gently into the car.

"Drive!" The man ordered.

"Yes, Master Black."

The car, traveling like the wind, quickly disappeared into the wet rain.

In situ, Mack Smith's eyes flickered. Looking at the direction the car was leaving, his evil face was dark and scary.

He took out his cell phone, and dialed a familiar number: "Barth Norton, check a car plate for me, AA000 ..."