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."

immediately brightened, her face twisting into an

never smile at

Dylan's lips, the woman's smile faltered. At the same time, every trace of expression vanished from Dylan's face. His eyes were dark

terribly wrong. She immediately tried to leave, but Dylan didn't

in the middle of the night. Before she was loaded into the ambulance, Dylan had already

so what? He'd find a way to suppress the news. In fact, he might not

engine emitted a pleasant sound, which was made all the

exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few cars on the streets, so Dylan could drive as fast as he pleased. He pressed hard on

didn't know how long he raced through the streets before finally easing to a stop. He then lit

wasn't he happy? Why

a cigarette, he went back home to his

was one

and was located in the most expensive and

and also see the shimmering Amity Tower across the way. Dylan stared at the tower for a while, then

soon, that would be his, too.