Sealed Heart

Brenda Shaw gasped in horror.

She was at a gallop through the dimly lit underground parking lot.

A large group of bodyguards was chasing after her as if she was a thief.

While running, Brenda wildly cursed at the director of the show that she was working for.

This tonight, the crew had dinner together, and several investors joined them.

Given that Brenda's role in the show was nothing significant, it was quite unusual that she was invited.

Therefore, she had been extremely cautious and did not drink much.

However, though she had tried to prevent herself from getting drunk or being drugged, she could not stop President Wood from trying to molest her in front of the others.

Feeling scared and furious, Brenda ran faster and faster. All of a sudden, she almost crashed into a flamboyant sports car around the corner.

Who had parked the vehicle in the walkway?

Just then, Brenda felt a sharp soreness in her shoulder. Someone grabbed her tightly.

A thud then sounded.

Brenda got dizzy.

She was pressed hard against the hood of the car by those who caught up with her.

While she was struggling to stand up, the large group of bodyguards surrounded her.

President Wood disengaged himself from the crowd and came forward, sizing Brenda up and down with a creepy look in his eyes.

"Brenda, why were you running away from me? I like you and will certainly make you a famous actress."

With that, he reached out eagerly to touch the woman's curvy figure.

Feeling disgusted, Brenda desperately dodged the man's hands and snapped, "Don't touch me! I have no interest in you, you fucking idiot."

"How dare you, you bitch! We both know you're nothing but a whore. Stop pretending to be chaste!"

He then said to his subordinate, who was grasping Brenda, "Hold the woman well. I will fuck her here and now."

Then, the man, whose face was reddened and the body was smelly, walked over towards Brenda.

Here and now?

Brenda's brain buzzed, and she then lifted her legs in rage and kicked at the part between President Wood's thighs with her stiletto heels.

Go to hell!

Just as those bodyguards hurried to help their boss, Brenda rolled over the hood, intending to escape.

At this moment, something unexpected happened.

The light golden Bugatti beneath Brenda abruptly growled like a cheetah waked up by its prey.

Brenda reacted swiftly, rolling off the hood and falling to the ground.

The others on the scene were not as lucky as her.

The airflow stirred up by the vehicle pushed those people to the ground.

President Wood, who had been standing in front of the car, was pushed several meters away and then hit the floor. What's worse, the Bugatti was rushing over to him!

He turned pale, shivering all over.

A scuffing noise sounded as the car suddenly stopped.

The top-of-the-line sports car came to a halt several centimeters away from the man.

President Wood, who was awkward and messy, immediately rose to his feet, cursing in a rage, "Bastard. Get off the car!"

The car window was rolled down.

At President Wood's aggressive words, the man sitting in the driver's seat tilted his head slightly.

The vibe he gave off was imposing.

His eyes were shining like stars in the darkness.

He revealed a perfectly contoured profile.

His brows were thick and dark, his eyes sharp and deep.

All in all, his features and appearance were impressive and stunning. Anyone who saw him once would never forget his face.

And the deterrence contained in his eyes actually stunned everyone on the spot.

Upon seeing the man in the car, President Wood instantly muted his mouth and swallowed his bad language.

The previously arrogant expression on his face was gone. Instead, there was an apparent shock in his eyes, and his lips were shaking. It seemed that he would drop on his knees at any time.

He then said in a trembling voice, "Mr. Lloyd?"

The other man maintained motionless, his slightly furrowed brows representing his impatience.

President Wood hurried to flatter the man by saying, "Sorry to have bothered you, Mr. Lloyd. I didn't know that you're in the car. I shouldn't have tried to teach that person a lesson here to contaminate your sight."

Mr. Lloyd's expression was standoffish and cold. It seemed that President Wood meant nothing but a speck of dirt in his eyes.

He simply ignored the other man.

Though there were many bodyguards standing around President Wood, his vibe was way weaker than that of Mr. Lloyd.

However, being turned a shoulder upon, President Wood still had to bow and scrape in front of the other man.

"Fuck off!"

The man's voice was frosty, and his tone was irresistible.

Feeling relieved, President Wood instantly instructed his subordinates with his eyes to drag Brenda away with them.

Brenda let out a scream.

She had been watching President Wood being embarrassed by the other man and did not realize that she had missed a precious chance to flee until those bodyguards pounced on her again.

"Mr. Lloyd, help. Please help." In a moment of desperation, Brenda hurried to rush over to the light golden Bugatti.

The woman did not know Mr. Lloyd. However, judging from President Wood's attitude towards him, she had seen him as her lifeline.

She tried hard to grip a part of the vehicle, and there were apparent blue veins in her hands due to the strength she had put forth.

Those bodyguards ferociously twisted the woman's hands, and the pain and fear made Brenda scream constantly.

The man in the car eventually furrowed his delicate brows.

He opened his thin lips to say, "Enough."

His icy tone indicated that his patience had run out.

Instantly, President Wood's legs went weak, daring not to continue making a scene in front of the other man.

"Let go of her," said President wood to his subordinates. Then, he bowed his head at the man in the car. "Sorry, Mr. Lloyd. We will get out of here right now."

With that, President Wood turned to leave with an unwilling glance at Brenda.

Brenda gasped for breath, adjusting her broken clothes. After regaining her composure, she said to the man in a soft voice, "Mr. Lloyd, thank you for having saved me."

For a good while, the man did not make a reply to her.

Brenda quietly lifted her eyes to look at the man and saw that he was staring at her body.

The woman's broken clothes could not conceal her shining complexion and inviting figure at all.

With an obscure look in his eyes, the man kept his mouth shut.

Brenda wondered if the man before her eyes would do something nasty to her as well.

And his powerful aura made her even want to submit herself to him.

Brenda shivered all over, intending to get out of the place immediately.

At this moment, the man opened his mouth.

"You stained my car."

The man's voice was magnetic, yet there were evident coldness and arrogance in his words.

Being startled, Brenda lifted her head to look at the man's kingly handsome face.

There was vague brilliance flashing across his deep-set eye sockets as if he had seen through Brenda.

Also, there were hints of disdain in his eyes.

He did not mean to save the woman.

In fact, he just did not want President Wood and the "whore" to contaminate his vehicle.

As if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her head, Brenda's overflowing gratitude instantly turned to self-mockery.

She clenched her broken clothes, intending to fight back.

Just then, the Bugatti's engine made a mellow magnetic sound, and then, the car dashed out.

Brenda wanted to say that she was not a woman like President Wood had stigmatized. However, the man did not give her a chance to open her mouth.

She was so furious that she almost blacked out.

Mr. Lloyd had actually bought President Wood's words! How stupid he was! It was simply useless of him to have such a handsome face!

It had been a tough night for Brenda.

When she got back to the hotel, she hurriedly threw herself into bed after a quick shower.

In an almost dreamlike state, Brenda seemed to be in another room.

The light in the luxurious hotel room was dim, and the bed was deluxe.

Under a thin blanket, those muscles of a man's study, smooth back and shoulders were undulating.

A pair of porcelain-white delicate arms were put around the man's neck. The man's masculine gasps and the woman's feminine gasps were responding to each other.

Involuntarily and instinctively, the woman left several scarlet scratches on the man's back.

They were enjoying each other and themselves in the most fitting position with the most primal rhythm.

...

While Brenda was immersed in the erotic atmosphere, the alarm clock sounded harsh.

Brenda sat up instantly, pulling herself away from the dream.

Her hair and forehead were soaked in sweat, and even her pajamas had become uncomfortably damp.

However, in comparison with the complicated disturbing emotions surging up in her heart, the physical discomfort was almost killing her.

She had had that dream again.

In the recurring dream that night four years ago had appeared more and more flowery.

However, Brenda had always been acutely aware that that night had brought her the most horrible scars in her life.

At the thought of her lost child, she felt that her heart had been crumbled into pieces.

Brenda arrived on the set in such a muddled state of mind.

Before she could come to her senses, Eva Webb, her agent, dragged her into a corner.

Eva assailed Brenda with a question, "What kind of blunder did you make at last night's dinner party?"

"Nothing. What's wrong?" replied Brenda.

Eva's expression grew gloomier. "Nothing? Then why have you been deprived of your part in the show?"

Brenda was stunned.

Last night? President Wood? She quickly thought it through.

What a shameless bastard!

From the subtle changes over Brenda's face, Eva realized what had happened. "You should feel honored to have a big boss interested in you. What else do you have besides your appearance?"

Brenda asked with a frown, "Eva, did you know that it was going to happen last night? Did you ask President Wood to block me in the underground parking lot?"

With a ray of cunning light flashed across Eva's eyes, she did not deny it.

"I'm no saint, and I just want to be an actress. I'm not a bitch you want me to be!" Brenda broke free from Eva's grip and walked away.

"Stop there!" Eva snapped behind Brenda, "You have two choices. First one, come with me now and apologize to President Wood. Second, the company will deprive you of any possible resources."

Brenda sneered and continued walking away.

Ever since the studio of Cathy Lawrence, a currently popular actress, had joined the company, it had been impossible for Brenda to obtain decent resources.

The role she had just been taken away had only five scenes in the show, and she had traded her body for it!

Brenda did not mind losing such terrible resources.

She then rushed out of the set and wandered around with a butterfly in her stomach.

She was in the largest filming base of Dragon City. Feeling agitated, she deliberately avoided the crowds.

She eventually arrived at an abandoned warehouse in the far northwest corner of the filming base.

"Meow, meow..."

The sound of a kitten reached Brenda's ears.

The cry sounded sad and weak. It seemed that something had trapped it.

Brenda immediately paused her pace and began to look for the trapped kitten.

In fact, the woman was an absolute fan of cats.

After searching for a while, she decided that the kitten had been locked up in the deserted warehouse.

Then, she managed to pull the roller shutter up.

Once she got inside, the roller shutter fell with a loud bang.

The warehouse then plunged into darkness.

With her eyes narrowed, Brenda finally saw the orange cat caught on a shelf.

There was also a little boy in there.