"You bastard! Get off!" Hannah Garcia yelled loudly.
At the same time, Hannah Garcia tried to kick out with her other leg at Jonathan Robinson, but she soon realized that her body had become somewhat soft and weary.
"Hannah Garcia, there's no point struggling. The scent in this car will make your whole body go limp, and soon I, the Young Master, will do whatever I want to you," Jonathan Robinson said with an evil laugh.
This time, he had made ten times the preparation.
"Jonathan Robinson, you're f**king sick, why the hell are you fixated on me? Wasn't Young Master's warning last time enough for you?" Hannah Garcia said, struggling.
Jonathan Robinson licked his lips and then spoke, "Though Young Master is frightening, you're not his woman, he just saved your life, that's all. You have no relation to him, so why shouldn't I touch you?"
"There are so many other women you can touch, do you have to disgracefully go after the thorny ones?"
