The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 787

The force was so brutal that it felt like the woman's scalp was being ripped off.

The woman let out a sharp scream.

"What are you screaming for?" Dylan frowned with annoyance.

The icy glare he fixed on her sent a jolt through her. She immediately swallowed whatever words she had been about to say.

"Mr. Pritchett, I was wrong," she said, holding back the pain. "I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I-I don't know. But it's my fault for upsetting you," she admitted without hesitation.

Dylan studied her for a long moment before suddenly smiling. "You're quick to learn."

the praise, the woman immediately brightened, her face twisting into

smile

faltered. At the same time, every trace of expression vanished from Dylan's face. His

woman realize something was terribly wrong. She immediately tried to leave, but Dylan didn't hesitate his grip on her hair tightened. Then, she

woman was taken away by an ambulance in the middle of the night. Before

probably catch wind of this. But so what? He'd find a way to suppress the news. In fact, he might not even need to do that. After all, who would dare

slid into his sports car. The engine emitted a pleasant sound, which was

past 3:00 am. Even Coppersville, known as the "city that never slept"; showed signs of exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few cars on the streets, so Dylan could drive as fast as he pleased. He

he raced through the streets before

why wasn't he happy? Why did he

a cigarette, he went back

It was one

in the most expensive and prestigious area of

there, he could overlook the entire city and also see the shimmering Amity

that would be his,