The voice on the other end was calm and soothing. "I checked her out earlier. The hit to her head was pretty bad, and losing him hit her hard. Her mind''s trying to block out everything about him. Her memory''s gonna be all over the ce for at least the next six months."


    Z finally rxed, leaning against a nearby tree. He was tall, and the streemp cast his shadow long enough to cover the whole street. Just standing there, he was a sight to see, and a tipsy woman passing by couldn''t help but notice.


    "Hey, handsome. Wannae back with me for some fun? I''ll pay you well," she offered, clearly well-off from her appearance. She looked at Z with fascination and reached out to touch his face.


    But in a split second, a sharp pain shot through her as her wrist was twisted painfully.


    "What are you offering to y with? Your life?" he asked, his eyes suddenly menacing.


    The woman snapped out of her daze, screaming in pain and stumbling back several meters, desperate to escape to the safety of her room and away from this terrifying man.


    The next morning, ra stepped into the elevator, freshly dressed and ready to start her day. It stopped on a lower floor, and two young women got in, one with a bandaged wrist.


    "What happened to your hand?" the other girl asked.


    The girl with the bandage looked a bit pale, clearly nursing a hangover. "You wouldn''t believe it. Last night, after drinks with friends, I ran into this psycho downstairs. I thought I was looking pretty good, so I flirted a bit and asked if he wanted toe home with me. Next thing I know, he twists my wrist and asks what I''d use to y with him. For a second, I thought I was staring death in the face."


    "He broke your wrist? What kind of guy does that to a girl?"


    "Just my luck. Even drunk, I remember he was ridiculously good-looking, probably the hottest guy I''ve ever seen. He had this great build, but his temper was dark. Otherwise, I''d pay to have him as my boyfriend for a few days."


    ra listened, initially suspecting it might be Z. But Z wouldn''t break a girl''s wrist like that. He was just a normal waiter, not particrly handsome, or he wouldn''t be so insecure.


    As she exited the elevator, she heard the girls continue chatting.


    "Why does that face seem so familiar?"


    "Your family''s in big business; it''s no surprise if you''ve seen him around. Maybe he''s just a richdy''s toy boy. Your exes were all big celebrities, so if you thought he looked good, he must be something."


    "I mean, even though he broke my wrist, if he showed up, I''d still date him."


    ra found this amusing and couldn''t help but chuckle.


    The girl realized she was the subject ofughter, her cheeks turning bright red. "Laugh all you want. My family''s loaded. The ce I''m living in now was a gift from my cousin. She married into the Dawson family. Heard of Jackson? My brother-inw Jackson isn''t too shabby himself!"


    Jackson? ra was taken aback. She''d heard about Jackson''s situation. He''d left the country to fight the marriage and recently came back to end it. To ditch his wife, he''d gotten involved with some unknown woman, even showing up with love bites at one point. When he talked about her, there was a spark in his eyes, suggesting that while it was just a fling, there were some genuine feelings there. You couldn''t help but feel a bit for the wife left at home.


    ra eyed the girl with a smirk. "The guy you sawst night, was he really better looking than your brother-inw?"


    Jackson was already stunning. In the entire city, there weren''t many who could top him in looks.