Indeed, these shameless words came from the mouth of this well-dressed man.
"What do you want to do?" Ann Nolan asked indifferently.
Her knife-like gaze swept over, meeting the man's ambiguous eyes.
When their eyes met, sparks flew, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
"You want out, I want in, why don't we... go in and out together?" Zaiden Santos's smile deepened at the corner of his mouth, almost shameless.
Ann Nolan's complexion changed instantly; she hadn't expected Zaiden Santos, with a human face, to tell such a dirty joke.
"Zaiden Santos, you motherfucker, get lost!" Ann Nolan cursed.
She had a good temper and rarely cursed, but that didn't mean she was always good-tempered and would never swear.
A cold and indifferent glint crystallized in Ann's eyes, like thin ice shattering.
She hung up the phone and tossed it onto the passenger seat.
She stepped on the gas and drove straight into Zaiden Santos's car!
