At that time, although Forsythia Brown had been drinking, Yigol Foster could see that her mind was remarkably clear.
"I don't want to be a femme fatale, involving your Enchanting in disaster." With these words, she got up in a wobbly note, bid him 'thanks' and left, walkthrough alone.
God had finally given him a chance to get close to her, how could he let this opportunity slip away? He hurriedly approached and grabbed her, seriously saying, "There's another way that can guarantee your livelihood, and ensure that the Atkinson Group won't dare to touch you."
She looked at him sideways.
"Be my woman." This was his true sentiment. However, given the time and place, it seemed somewhat frivolous.
Upon hearing his words, Forsythia's fascinating peach blossom eyes were no longer enchanting but filled with an indiscernible mist.
Then, she suddenly reached out both hands to grab his lapels, forcing him closer to her, and then she gave him a charming smile, lifted her knee, and hit him without any hesitation.
The pain, it was still clear in his memory to this day.
He especially remembered how at that time, he let out a cry and instinctively clutched the hurt area and fell onto the sofa. Meanwhile, she stepped over with her seven-inch high heels, gave him a gesture with her middle finger and then swayed away nonchalantly.
His men nearby were stunned, mouth agape as they watched her leave.
"Follow her, don't lose her and don't trouble her." As he said this, he fainted from the pain.
When he woke up, it was already noon the next day.
At first, he was confused about why he was in the hospital, but then he quickly remembered the events of the previous night...
"Is it ruined?" He felt utterly devastated.
"No, boss, the doctor said it was just a serious injury, you need to be observed for a week." The young subordinate guarding him replied hesitantly, with a desire to laugh but not daring to. He added, "The doctor also mentioned that you should rest and recuperate for this week, otherwise, it could get ruined."
Thinking of the real, unbearable pain, Yigol Foster gritted his teeth and asked, "And what about the little chili?"
"Um, who?" The little subordinate knowingly played dumb.
As Yigol Foster glared at him, he quickly shut up and answered, "We've followed her, she's working as a cleaner in the Urban Villages."
"A cleaner?"
"It's a re-education role arranged by the River State Government for ex-prisoners."
Yigol Foster was all too familiar with re-education.
These re-education positions only provide prisoners enough food to fill their stomachs and shelter from the cold; to get a better life, they need to strive for other jobs themselves.
Forsythia, who had always lived a luxurious life, wouldn't possibly content herself with a re-education job as a cleaner.
Perhaps this was why she sought work outside, getting drunk to surmount her sorrows when her job hunting failed.
"Go, get her here, I want to see her."
"Boss..."
"Tell her, she hurt me, she has to pay for it. If she doesn't come, she can wait for a subpoena from the court and she'll go back to prison."
In the evening, Forsythia came to the hospital, looking at him calmly.
However...
Is she still a woman?
Her words were really... direct.
"Yigol Foster, I heard from your men... that you're seriously injured?"
His buddies really don't know how to hold their tongues!
With one death stare from Foster, his men quickly turned their heads. The more savvy among them tactically took a step back to lower their presence.
Yigol Foster knew his underlings' predicament. After all, he had ordered not to trouble her, so it was understandable that they had exaggerated the situation to trick her into coming. What he couldn't understand was how she could nonchalantly blurt it out, as if it were something mundane. As a result, he glared furiously at Forsythia, "How about you try cursing me again?"
At the moment, Forsythia looked at the minion beside her who had asked her to come, giggling stupidly, and it became clear to her that he had intentionally exaggerated to lure her in. Therefore, she couldn't stop laughing, smirked at him, "Not only do you want everyone to know that you couldn't perform, but you also want to sue me in court? Bro, it's hardly something you should boasting about."
A half-old casual outfit, a manner both upright and wilful, and purposely drawn-out intonation - no matter how you looked at her, she was more beautiful than Mary Stuart.
Oh, Forsythia, you truly make people love and hate you.
Suppressing the anger in his heart, Yigol Foster roared, "You better start praying every day to the gods that I'll be all right."
"And what if you're all right?"
"If I'm all right, you only need to compensate for my loss."
"Loss? What loss?"
Even now, Yigol Foster could clearly recall Forsythia's pretense of being clueless and acting like a rogue. He pointed at her, trembling with rage, "You... you... this woman..."
"What's wrong with me? If you hadn't molested me, I wouldn't have hurt you. You were in the wrong first, I was just defending myself, why should I compensate you? I should be suing you."
"Ha, countercharges, huh? Which of your damn eyes saw me molesting you?"
"All of them. Last night, you tried to make me your woman when I was drunk. Don't think I don't know what happened because I was drunk."
At her words, Yigol Foster gave a bitter smile, he was indeed hasty, and she completely misunderstood his concern. He was contemplating, when Forsythia suddenly stated, "Yes, and they... all saw it." As she spoke, Forsythia pointed at Yigol's crew.
As Yigol Foster glared, his men quickly waved their hands denying, pretending to be innocent and saying, "No, no, we saw nothing."
Forsythia smirked, derisively said 'spineless'. The crew quickly appeased her, and someone even said, "It's good to be spineless, it's really good."
Forsythia was rendered speechless, she rolled her eyes. Yigol Foster said, "See? Nobody saw. But, my injuries, people have seen, and there's a hospital certificate. You have to compensate."
As Yigol Foster spoke, he was itching to grab her. But she was slick like a little eel, easily avoiding his grasp, suddenly leaning in close, her hands holding down his quilt on both sides, trapping him, looking down on him from a higher position, enunciating each word, "They're all your men, of course they'll say whatever you want. But deep down you know, everything I did was just self-defence of a weak woman."