Chapter 2 Take Her Back To The Villa

"I...I..."

It wasn't until then that Cindy had finally come to her senses. She didn't really expect that her arm would act on its own volition!

She didn't mean it!

But then again, Cindy tilted her chin upwards. Although she was in the wrong, the man still demolished her house. There was no reason for her to be embarrassed about it.

Coughing silently, she pretended to be calm. "Well, I didn't mean to do that. I–I really didn't mean it. But now that we've done what we did, I guess we're even," she stated. "You can ask the construction company to rebuild my house, and I'll pay you hundreds of dollars for your medical fees. You can head to the hospital later on."

She could afford it. Besides, all he did was suffer from a minor injury on his forehead. It wouldn't cost that much.

"Hundreds of dollars? You also want my construction company to rebuild your house? We're even?" Carl repeated all her words, gnashing his teeth in disbelief. He wanted to wring the woman's neck to show her how even they were!

Seeing the smug look on her face, he was so angry that his body trembled at her words. The woman was just being plain unreasonable!

Hundreds of dollars! Did she take him for a beggar?

"Take her into my car," he ordered his men.

He honestly didn't want to lower himself to the same level as that woman, but she was being too insufferable. If he, the prideful heir of the Chang Family, didn't punish her today, then he would be humiliated!

"Yes, sir." The brawny men nodded. Without giving Cindy the time to register his words, they all moved towards her.

Staring at the men towering over her, she sized them up, wondering what her chances of winning were. Sadly, she was down to zero.

How the hell was she going to compete with them?

She wasn't that stupid!

Cindy looked around to see that there were only a few people walking down the street. From the looks on their faces, they all worked under him.

Even if she begged for their help, they wouldn't do anything to aid her.

In that case, the best way was to escape. She smiled softly at the suited men and proceeded to use her sickly sweet voice. "Gentlemen, please, you shouldn't resort to force," she reminded like a teacher lecturing her students.

Catching them off guard, Cindy took her chances and turned around.

However, before she could run, one of the men reached out to capture her.

"What the hell?" she yelled out, struggling under his grip. "I'm going to call the police if you don't put me down. What are you going to do?"

Her heart raced in her chest as she thought of all the wicked scenarios that could happen to her as the man pulled her up from the pavements. She stared up at him in fear.

Although she didn't know who their boss was, it was evident that he was rich and influential around here.

If the man wanted to kill her right then and there, no one would even bat an eyelid.

Before she could process what was happening, the bodyguard took her into the car door and threw her onto the backseat.

"Ow!" Cindy directly slammed against Carl's arms. Her cheeks turned bright red as her nose hit his chin.

Before she could push him away, the door was slammed shut.

The driver looked back at Carl and asked lowly, "Mr. Carl, are you going home?"

"Yes. Take me back to my villa."

Villa? The moment she heard the word, her arms went slack to her sides. The hairs on her arms shot up in the air.

'Shit! I'm really dead now.'

The man was going to take her to his villa.

What the hell was he going to do? Was he going to...

Cindy shivered, not wanting to think about it anymore.

Carl gazed at the trembling woman in his arms and frowned. He couldn't help but find her a little strange.

She had just shouted at him like some mad man a few minutes ago, and now she was shaking like a frightened cat. She meekly gazed at the carpet, afraid of looking up at him.

Over the years, Carl had met countless women who wanted to get close to him.

In fact, he had seen them all that he could list all kinds of them–greedy, haughty, prideful...

He even met a handful of crazy women, but none of them was as crazy as Cindy.

The atmosphere in the car had grown even weirder. As his fingers touched his bleeding forehead, he looked down to see that the blood had dripped onto the tips of his leather shoes. "Take off your clothes," he ordered.

When she heard this, she immediately stumbled against the edge of the car seat and raised her arms to prevent him from getting any closer. "What are you going to do?" she shrieked. "Look, I was wrong, okay? But that still doesn't change the fact that you demolished my house. All I want is my house and my brother back. I didn't mean to hit you. Please. I just..."

She burst into tears.

Carl frowned in confusion. At such a pitiful sight, even the driver couldn't help but feel sorry for the innocent woman.

Although his boss was a good man, he could be very oblivious and indifferent to these types of emotions. Plus, the woman just looked so weak and frail compared to him.

The more Cindy thought about it, the more frightened she became. Her hands trembled as she looked around, trying to find a way to escape this mess.

He was going to take her to the villa. No matter what he would do to her, nobody could come to her rescue. She shivered as the tears ran down her cheeks.

His eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper that it could almost reach the tip of his nose. Finally, he sighed and snapped, "Shut up!"

Her bloodshot eyes were filled with unshed tears, but she held them back at the sound of his voice.

He continued, "My shoes are dirty. Take off your jacket, so I could wipe them."

"Oh... sorry...." she murmured. It was only then when it dawned on her what he meant.

Removing her coat, she handed the fabric to Carl. Without taking her thoughts into consideration, he stepped onto the fabric to wipe off the stained blood.

"Wait, that's my–" She held her breath as she stared at her coat in despair.

At this point, the three-hundred-dollar coat was nothing compared to her life on the line.

Now that she was near the deathbed, she wasn't going to care about a piece of fabric!

As the car drove farther and farther away, the tall buildings were replaced with wide trees and tall grasses. Terrified at the sight of such an isolated area, Cindy shrunk back into her seat. "Please let me go," she whispered. "I swear I won't hit you with a brick next time."

"Next time?" He snorted.

"I mean, I won't ever hit you again." She quickly corrected herself. "Please just let me go. If you let me go now, then I wouldn't call for help."

Call for help? He sneered, "And why are you calling for help? Am I kidnapping you? Have I mistreated you?" He looked at her up and down before rolling his eyes. "I don't even like you."

She reeled back and touched her face. Her face contorted to confusion. Was she really that ugly?

The car turned to the first intersection and drove into the gates of a villa. Once the car had gone to a stop, Carl got out of the car first and opened the door from the other side. "Get out of the car," he ordered.

Cindy shook her head. "No!"

"I said get out of the car!"

"Hell no!"

She wasn't stupid! Why would she go out of the car and follow him into the unfamiliar house? She wasn't asking for a death wish!