Dorian''s car crashed violently into the nearby greenbelt, the tire bursting and the ss shattering. The loud noise attracted the attention of everyone around.
Even though the airbag deployed and provided considerable protection, he still felt dizzy from the impact.
The thrill of narrowly escaping death intertwined with his furious emotions, burning in his chest.
As the ringing in his ears gradually faded, he finally heard the sound of someone knocking on the window.
Another driver, a burly man, stood outside, shouting, "If you''re trying to kill yourself, don''t drag me down with you!"
There was a railing to the right, and the rearview mirror and ss had already shattered.
The ss shards had cut his arm.
Dorian nced at the wound, blood trickling down his arm, making the already injured back of his hand look even more grotesque.
But the injury felt numb at that moment, and he hardly sensed any pain.
Seeing Dorian get out of the car, the man was about to shout again but was momentarily taken aback by the sight of the blood.
After a moment, he regained hisposure and yelled, "You ran a red light! Your injury has nothing to do with me!"
However, Dorian didn''t even nce at him. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the direction he wanted to pursue. The ck Maybach had long since disappeared into the flow of traffic.
L...
A cold smile curved his lips as he turned back to the man and shouted, "Get lost!"
The burly man frowned just as the traffic police arrived.
Since the man wasn''t injured and it was Dorian''s responsibility, the police took down the details and prepared to let him go.
Dorian engaged in some small talk, but his mind was filled with images of L and that manughing together.
Justst night, he had resolved to keep his distance from her for a while.
Yet now, all he could think about was to hell with being calm. He wanted her by his side, even if it meant tying her up.
Even if L didn''t want him, he would never allow another man to touch her in any way.
"Sir..."
The traffic police had just started speaking to Dorian when he interrupted them by kicking against the side of his already damaged car.
The wrecked vehicle looked even worse.
The traffic officer frowned and said, "Sir, please calm down."
The burly man turned back and muttered, "Damn it, just because you have money, you think you''re better than everyone!"
Due to Dorian''s aggressive attitude, he was taken to the police station for two hours of education, and it wasn''t untilter that Monica was notified to bail him out.
L returned to the film crew around 7:00 pm. She delivered the desserts to Jamie
and Teddy before resting at the hotel.
After taking a shower, she emerged just as her phone rang.
It was Ethan.
She hung up immediately, but he called again.
Still, she didn''t answer.
Ethan swallowed nervously, not daring to look at the person in the hospital bed. "Mr. ke, no one is answering. Ms. Hart might be busy. Should I just go find her when I return to the crew tomorrow?"
Dorian''s arm had already been bandaged.
However, not feeling reassured, Monica insisted hee to the hospital for a full check-up.
"Dorian, can you please take better care of yourself? You''re an actor. Do you understand how important your face and reputation are?"
These words made him pause, and he suddenly missed the times when L had been his manager.
In her eyes, everything else was secondary to his well-being.
But now, it seemed his face mattered more than his entire arm.
Dorian replied coldly, "PR has already handled the car ident. What else is there to say?"
"You!" Monica was furious.
Seeing his defiant demeanor, she frowned. "Dorian, look at what you''ve be. Doing all this for a woman, and you''ve let yourself get like this. Have you forgotten your initial ambitions?"
This statement struck deep in Dorian''s heart, igniting his fury. "If it weren''t for you insisting on taking the manager''s position, I wouldn''t have reced L, and she wouldn''t be harboring resentment because of this!"
He sneered, his tone icy and frightening. "You should bear some responsibility for this situation!"