Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 110 Cold-bloodedness Is Forced

Not too far off, this dude in a dark blue tracksuit was strutting our way. Yep, it was Faris.

Michael's anger was gone. Now he was grinning at Faris like they were best buds.

Faris rolled up, threw an arm around Michael's shoulder, and Michael gave him a playful punch. Looked like these two were tight.

The second I spotted Faris, my gut twisted, and I had this crazy urge to bolt.

I'd never forget how he once held a knife to me, forcing Ethan to sign some shady deal.

"I treat all my students the same. You're an elusive man, I almost thought you quit driving."

So, Faris was here to learn driving too? Weird.

A guy like him, knee-deep in the underworld, not knowing how to drive? Nah, that didn't add up. How else would he flex?

Faris shot a wicked grin. "Go ahead, roast me all you want. I'm a man, I can handle it. But take it easy on the ladies, they're shy." Wait, was Faris sticking up for me?

"Alright, let's roll. Get in the car."

Michael popped open the door of a nearby training car and slid into the passenger seat while Faris hopped into the driver's seat.

I figured he wasn't talking to me, so I just stood there.

"Hey, you getting in or just gonna stand there like a statue?" Michael barked from the passenger seat.

I bit my lip, not thrilled. But Michael's intense stare made me cave. I opened the back door and climbed in.

There should be at least four students in the car, right? But nope, just us three.

I tried to chill, thinking it was cool. At least Michael was there. Faris wouldn't dare pull anything with him around.

Michael told Faris to drive out of the school and hit the road.

I sat in the back, nerves jangling. I caught Faris checking me out in the rearview mirror, a creepy smile playing on his lips.

To me, he was a straight-up criminal, so I was on high alert.

Halfway through, Michael told Faris to pull over and got out. "I gotta check on my kid. You guys keep driving. Faris, let Emily take the wheel later. She needs practice, so help her out."

No way did I want to be alone in a car with Faris.

As soon as Michael left, I tried to bail too. But the door was locked, and Faris floored it.

"Let me out!" I yelled, yanking at the door.

Faris chuckled and lit up a cigarette. "What? Scared of me?"

of a guy who once kidnapped me and

my

from the same instructor. It's like fate or something. Michael said I should guide you. Don't worry, I'll do my best." Faris sped out of the city and up a twisty mountain

and the more I thought, the more freaked out I

up the mountain, he suddenly stopped the car and turned to me. "Come on, sit

a wary

in a rush;

held out for a while but finally snorted. "You're a newbie yourself. What can

of last time? Let me tell you, my driving skills

the front. After finishing his cigarette,

license. But it got revoked two years ago for a minor incident. Can't retake the test for two years. Compared to me, you guys

out of my head and didn't

of the mountain and finally

before; Ethan had taken me here on a

and stretch." With that, he opened the door and got

a bit, cautiously watching his every

to the edge of the viewpoint and leaned on the railing, looking

he carried that night. I figured as long as the thing with Yanis was unresolved, he probably wouldn't do anything to me. He still needed Ethan to get Yanis out. With that

guard. What if he had some nasty plan to push me off the

who knew what kind

kidnapped me can't be a

head, smirking, and reached into his pocket. The small object he pulled out clicked,

and I stumbled back, my legs turning to jelly.

enjoy scaring the crap out of me,

the trunk, grabbed two apples, and sat on the stone steps

was

my reaction, I felt both annoyed

already figured out he wouldn't dare harm me

asked, holding up a

away, refusing to be

walked over

I forced myself

said with a smile, "Don't worry. This

guy like you would

bite of the apple, his gaze lingering on me, the smile slowly fading from

smirked again, a smile with an

human nature is too cold. That's why the warm blood slowly cools. So-called cold-bloodedness is something that's forced upon us." Faris's words had a deep

he also had a painful past that had

eating the apple. But after a few bites, he seemed to lose his

air grew

him, he seemed like someone with a story when

in thought, Faris

dissatisfied with me?" he

you expect me to be satisfied with you? Should I thank