"Ah!"
Riveras Hayes screamed and quickly covered his face, "You vile woman, what did you spray on me?"
"Mr. Hayes, it's my specially crafted pepper spray! If you don't get medical treatment soon, your face will rot."
Elara Don quickly ran to the window, opened it in a hurry, and let fresh air flow in.
"Elara Don, you're gutsy! Daring to mess with me? Even if my face rots, I still want to get you!"
With anger written all over his face, Riveras Hayes walked towards Elara Don.
Still thinking about that even now?
Elara Don furrowed her eyebrows, peeked out the window, and hurriedly climbed onto it.
The door to the private room was locked, she couldn't get out through it, she had to think of another way.
This was the third floor, jumping directly down might not kill her, but it would definitely hurt.
But there's a drainpipe nearby, and the air conditioning unit hangs outside the second floor; if she's careful, she can land safely.
With this in mind, Elara Don made a firm decision and grabbed the drainpipe, sliding down as Riveras Hayes lunged at her.
Above, she could still hear Riveras Hayes cursing. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she took a deep breath of relief and quickly left.
Her heart was still racing even when she got into the taxi.
The heat seemed to linger inside her body; Elara Don swallowed and hurriedly instructed the driver to stop at the nearest pharmacy.
After getting out, she went into the pharmacy to buy sedatives and other medications. Seeing her arm was scratched, she also bought some medical supplies.
The summer breeze was still warm. Afraid of scaring her son if she returned like this, she found a quiet place to sit, took the medication with some bottled water, and started cleaning her wounds.
The vile faces of the three members of the Don Family flashed through her mind.
Elara looked at the wound on her arm, her lips tightly pressed.
Was her child taken by the Don Family?
If so, why did they do it?
Elara was lost in thought, faintly hearing the sounds of a fight nearby.
She turned to look in the direction of the noise and saw three men in black with knives surrounding a man in an alley not far away.
What's going on?
Elara originally didn't want to get involved.
But when she saw the tall figure of the man being attacked, her delicate eyebrows furrowed unconsciously.
Why does that back look a bit like Damon Hawke?
Could it be he's under attack?
Should she help?
But he's a hypocrite!
But currently, he's still her benefactor!
If something happened to him, the company's project would be put on hold.
Her year-end bonus would be gone!
No way!
She still had to raise her son!
Elara bit her lip, took out the spray from her bag, and quickly ran towards the alley.
"Stop right there! I've already called the police, they'll be here soon!"
The woman's clear voice rang out loudly in the quiet night.
The black-clad men holding knives paused, suddenly turned around, and looked at her fiercely.
Elara swallowed hard, gripped the spray tightly, and focused her gaze on the man being attacked.
At that moment, the man happened to turn around.
Elara saw the mask on the man's face and was momentarily stunned.
It's not Damon Hawke!
Did she save the wrong person?
Can she still retreat now?
"Uh, gentlemen, please continue!"
Elara chickened out as she saw the men in black walk towards her, quickly turned around.
"Looking for death!"
She felt a rush of wind by her ear.
Elara screamed in fright, and in response, sprayed the approaching attacker with the spray in her hand.
"Ah! What the hell is this?"
The man in black screamed angrily.
Elara tightened her grip on the spray, "I advise you to go to the hospital quickly, or your face will rot off."
"You!"
The man in black roared in anger and raised his knife towards Elara.
Elara was shocked, instinctively closed her eyes, and frantically sprayed the contents of her spray.
After a series of screams, when she opened her eyes again, the black-clad men had disappeared.
In the narrow alley, only the masked man stood a short distance away, staring steadily at her.
Did she chase those men in black away?
Was she really that powerful?
Elara's hands trembled uncontrollably, she swallowed, turned, wanting to leave the place as quickly as possible.
"Don't go."
She heard the man's low voice from behind.
Elara stopped in her tracks and turned back to see the man leaning against the wall, clutching his chest, looking injured.
Should she intervene?
She didn't even know if this person was good or bad!
Elara was deeply conflicted, but in the end, she forced herself to walk over to him.
Forget it; she might as well do a good deed to the end!
After all, she had a soft heart!
"You're injured?"
Elara supported the man and looked up at him.
Under the dim light, the man was tall, wearing a flamingo mask, revealing his thin red lips and tight jawline.
This height, this jaw...
Elara blinked, quickly reached out, and removed the mask from the man's face.
Uh!
She was overthinking!
The face beneath the mask was plain and ordinary.
It really wasn't Damon Hawke!
"Miss, are you that eager to know what I look like?"
The man leaned most of his weight on Elara, looking deeply at her with dark eyes.
"Ahem, sorry, I thought you were someone I know, so..."
Elara helped him to the place she had sat earlier, panting heavily from exhaustion.
"Someone you know? So, you rushed out earlier because you wanted to save him? Who is he?"
The man's eyes moved subtly, his voice very low.
"He's kind of my boss."
Elara wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the man, "Are you okay? Who were those men in black? How did you offend them?"
"Do you like your boss?"
The man asked irrelevantly.
"Cough cough cough!"
Elara had just taken a sip of water, and upon hearing this, she spat it out with a "pfft" sound.
"How could I possibly like that hypocrite? I was just worried about losing my year-end bonus, that's why I acted, not expecting to save the wrong person."
Elara wiped the water from her mouth and screwed the bottle cap back on.
"Opportunist."
The man's eyes darkened, and the aura around him noticeably dropped a level when he heard the word "hypocrite."
"Heh, mister, is this how you talk to the person who saved you? If I weren't opportunistic, how could I have saved you? Didn't you see how I chased those men in black away?"
Elara glared at the man in displeasure, puffing angrily.
"So, I should thank you? How about, I offer myself to you?"
The man didn't bother explaining who drove away the men in black, raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Mister, aren't you feverish? You look like some gangster. I suggest you straighten out, stop fighting and killing all the time."
Elara glared at the man, picked up her belongings, "Alright, good deed done, I have to go."
A warmth spread on her arm, and the man behind her gently pulled her back.
Elara yelped, and before she knew it, she had fallen into the man's embrace.
This lecher!
Elara's expression shifted rapidly, intending to struggle up, but when her gaze landed on the man's exposed chest, she froze!
A plum blossom birthmark!
She vaguely remembered, four years ago, the man who took her purity had a plum blossom birthmark on his chest too!