"Mr. Langley, please, let me stay with you," the girl pleaded, her delicate face tilted up, tear stains glistening under the streetlights, making her look even more pitiful. “If you hadn''t stepped in just now, Mr. Whitman would have... killed me."


    The girl was eighteen, a freshman in college. With her parents sick and in need of money for medical bills, she had no choice but to work at the bar. It was only her third day.


    Mr. Whitman, arrogant with his wealth, treated women like objects. The past two days, he had forced her to drink so much she nearly ended up with a bleeding stomach. A little while ago, she had tried to refuse a drink, and he had thrown her to the ground and pped her, calling her a "worthless tramp." He''d boasted about getting rid of countless women like her and threatened that if she didn''t obey and serve him well, he would make her wish she were dead.


    She was terrified and wanted to run, but everyone just watched,ughing. No one would help her. Just as she had lost all hope, Mr. Langley appeared.


    Jimmie was stunned. He slowly pulled his hand back from the door handle. So it wasn''t bullying... he was saving her.


    "Don''t," Lue said, taking a step back, horrified at the prospect of a real-life "repay you with my body" scenario. She tly refused. "I saved you because I can''t stand seeing women get bullied. It wasn''t just you; I''d do the same for anyone."


    The girl bit her lip, staring at Lue with a deep, heartfelt gaze. It was the look of someone falling in love.


    "Also..." Lue lit a thin cigarette, holding it between her fingers. She took a drag and exhaled slowly. "Your priority right now is school. Your education is your way out. After all.....” she said nonchntly, “no one can save you forever, you know?"


    "I thought..." The girl''s fragile heart was touched by these words, and tears began to stream down her face again. "I thought you were just like the others, Mr. Langley, that you wanted something from me. I''m so sorry."


    "Hey,” Lue took another drag, a devilish smile on her face. "Alright, take this."


    "I can''t..." The girl refused the bank card. She wasn''t trying to follow him because she was greedy.


    "Just take it." Lue tossed the card into the side pocket of the girl''s backpack and gestured with her chin. "I have more money than I can spend anyway."


    A look of confusion swept over the girl''s face as she blinked and murmured, "Huh?"


    "Okay, then.” Lue nced at the car lurking nearby and raised an eyebrowzily. "I''ve got things to do. You should go."


    "Thank you, Mr. Langley," the girl said, giving Lue a sincere bow.


    Once the girl was gone, Lue leisurely tossed the cigarette butt into a trash can and leaned against her motorcycle. Her eyes, hidden under her short hair, narrowed. "Looks like you''re not just a bad driver, but a real creep, too Eavesdropping, are we?"Content


    Jimmie had intended to just leave and not waste another word on him. But this


    arrogant rich kid just kept provoking him.


    "What''s the matter? Got the guts


    listen in, but not to get out of the car?" Lue popped a piece of gum into her mouth and started onewing loudly. "Tsk, tsk. What a coward."


    Jimmie''s temper red. He unbuckled his seatbelt and opened the car door with a grim expression.


    Lue''s eyes narrowed. She was


    curious to see who this guy was. To


    get a better look, she switched on


    her motorcycle''s headlight. A


    momentter the car door opene


    revealing a pair of long, straight legs.