Chapter 2 Car Accident

Screeching—

Just as Kaiser's driver was speeding out of the parking lot, a figure in white appeared in front of their car, suddenly and seemingly out of nowhere, and he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a shuddering stop.

"What happened?" Kaiser's low voice came through gritted teeth as he steadied himself in the back seat.

"Bo... Boss, I think I've hit someone. I swear I was looking straight at the road and someone jumped right in front of the car," the driver nervously blurted out as his voice trembled in shock.

"What are you waiting for? Just get out and check!" Kaiser gritted his teeth in anger as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat.

"Yes, sir!" The driver unbuckled his seat belt and sprang out of the car.

As it turned out he did hit someone. Lying unconscious in front of the car was a woman dressed in nothing but a bathrobe and disheveled hair covered almost half of her face.

The woman was no other than Sherry.

"Bo... Boss, there's a woman lying unconscious and she's bleeding."

The driver immediately ran back to report to Kaiser as he didn't dare to touch the woman while she was unconscious.

"What are you waiting for? Bring her inside and take her to the nearest hospital right now!" Kaiser's deep voice rose in temper.

"Yes, sir!" The nervous driver nodded and then quickly ran back to Sherry. He carried her as gently as he could and put her on the back seat next to Kaiser.

The moment Sherry was carried into the car, the scent emitting from her body caught Kaiser's attention. Frowning, he opened his eyes and cast Sherry a sideways glance.

Sherry was bleeding from her forehead. The crimson blood that flowed from her gash, streamed down her bright skin and yet she looked enchanting under the dim interior light in the back seat.

The loosely fastened bathrobe revealed obvious love bites on her body which made Kaiser frown further.

The driver started the car and drove to the hospital as quickly as he could.

As they passed a speed bump on the way, the car jolted Sherry back to consciousness.

Slowly fluttering her eyes open, when looked up and locked sights with Kaiser's deep-set eyes, she jumped up from her seat in surprise. She whipped her head around in shock and then nervously started jerking the car handle as she screamed, "Let... Let me out!"

Kaiser stared at Sherry with furrowed eyebrows, but he didn't utter a word. Then, he closed his eyes again and leaned his back against the seat.

"Miss, I was just driving out of the parking lot when you came out of nowhere. It was an accident and I hit the brakes as quickly as I could. Please, sit back and don't worry. We're taking you to the hospital." The driver waited for Kaiser's response, glancing at him curiously from the rearview mirror. When Kaiser didn't say anything, the words rushed out of the driver's mouth as he nervously explained what had happened.

"No... It's fine! Just stop the car and let me get out! Please!" Sherry's voice rose in pitch, as she sounded exasperated.

For some reason, more than her injury, it was the aura of the man sitting next to her that was making her feel uncomfortable. Just like how the man in that room had made her feel moments ago.

"Miss, please try to relax. We're almost at the hospital." The driver sped up and rushed through the traffic.

Fortunately, the nearest hospital was only ten minutes away and before long they reached the hospital.

As soon as the car stopped in front of the emergency building, Sherry pushed the door open and got off the car as fast as she could.

"Ah!"

However, the moment she set foot on the ground, her knees gave up all of a sudden and she fell to the ground.

It felt like her head was inside a blender!

Sherry lay on the floor, feeling too dizzy to sit straight let alone stand up.

While she was struggling to get up, the man in the car reached out to pick her up from the floor and carry her in his arms.

"I'm fine. Put me... down!"

"Shut up!"

This time, however, the man didn't hesitate to use his cold voice to interrupt her.

She raised her head and looked at his exquisitely sculpted face and suddenly the words of her mouth had disappeared.

The driver rushed in to register at the desk when he saw Kaiser walking towards emergency department with Sherry in his arms.

It was almost midnight, but luckily it wasn't such a busy night in the emergency department, so Kaiser was able to bring her straight to one of the doctor's offices.

When the doctor saw a man walk in with a woman in his arm, whose face was half covered in blood, he quickly called in for some help and rushed to treat her wounds.

"Did you watch the news? Apparently, there was a raid at the Seven Nights Club and a lot of the prostitutes got caught when they were trying to escape. Some of them weren't even fully clothed when they started escaping."

"Serves them right! I hope those shameless whores get locked up for at least ten years, so that by the time they get released, they'll be so old and ugly that no one would want them. They deserve that for ruining countless people's families."

Kaiser overheard two nurses conversing as they were passing by the doctor's door.

As he stared at Sherry's furrowed eyebrows and tightly shut eyes, Kaiser drew his lips back into a sneer of revulsion.

With one look at the love bites on her body and her bathrobe, he guessed that she must have been one of the prostitutes who had escaped from the club.

"Boss, I have got her registered."

Just then, the driver came in and reported. He stood there waiting for a response as Kaiser took out the checkbook from his pocket, grabbed the pen from the doctor's desk and quickly scribbled some numbers on the check. After he signed his name, he threw it at Sherry who was still lying on the examination bed.

"One million should be more than enough to cover the bills." Kaiser turned around and walked away as soon as he said that.

"Hey!" Sherry picked up the check and waved it at Kaiser angrily. "I don't want your money! Take it back!"

However, the man did not look back as he quickly walked out of the room and disappeared.