Quinn was dragged back by two men one on each side. She felt very uncomfortable thus she jerked her arms trying to free herself but all her efforts were futile.
Her heart was racing and her palms sweating as she stared into those eyes. She was internally shaken but her expression remained unreadable with no hint of distress.
Leif lowered his head with a wet wipe in his hand. Because he had touched someone's filthy greasy hair he felt very uncomfortable like ants were crawling up his hand. If he didn't wipe it off he wouldn't be able to get over it.
His lips contorted disdainfully as he carefully wiped each and every one of his fingers. Seeing this Quinn's brows furrowed as this moment coincided with a distant memory.
A little skinny boy had found himself in another precarious situation. As he walked back home from school in the rain he was suddenly surrounded by a group of boys twice his size.
They pushed and shoved him while words like coward and fight back were hauled at him but from the look on the skinny boy's face, this wasn't the only thing they had said. Teens can be cruel much more cruel than adults.
Because he was too weak and sickly it didn't take long before he fell into the puddle of mud. Quinn watched on as the stout boy among them grabbed the boy's neck and tried to press his face into the filthy water but the boy struggle desperately earning him a few kicks.
She couldn't take it anymore thus she told the driver to stop the car. She walked out of the black Mercedes exuding an aura far surpassing her age. Because they saw the flashy car stop a few meters from them they stopped harassing the boy and turned in that direction.
When they saw a slender girl dressed immaculately with her hair tied in a low ponytail they couldn't help but be mesmerised. Her dark emerald umbrella covered her face partially so that one could only see her slightly pointed chin, and full lips with a tinge of pink.
The leader of the group of ruffians walked over with a smile and said, "Miss how can we he-," before his face was slapped hard. The young man who had never suffered such a grievance touched his scorching cheek and glared at her. He opened his mouth and yelled, "Do you know who I-," but before he could finish he was slapped hard across the face again and accidentally bit his cheek in the process.
He was grabbed by the back of his neck and Quinn shoved him into the muddy puddle. The boy pressed his palms hard on the ground and refused to be pressed into the muddy water.
Another boy tried to grab Quinn's ponytail and pull her away but two bodyguards ran out and held them back without hurting the boys.
"Miss," one of them said trying to convince her to get back in the car but Quinn didn't listen. She tightened her grip and against the boy's curses and screams she shoved him into the water and he drank a few mouthfuls.
Quinn pulled him up again and the curses had stopped replaced by cowardly wails. Seeing his pathetic look she dunked him again before shoving him harshly to the ground.
She slowly got up to her feet and her gaze fell on the boy who was frantically wiping his hands together in a panic. But no matter how hard he rubbed he couldn't remove the dirt stains on his palms. He had rubbed his hands so much that they were red underneath the dirt. His expression was neutral with a lack of strong emotions but the movement of his hand was incredibly distressing.
She opened her purse and took out a packet of wet wipes before handing them to him. After that, he raised his head and stared at her with those obsidian eyes before receiving the packet.
The boys ran off while she distractedly watched him wipe every single finger meticulously. The man in front of him was doing the same. He was wiping his fingers one by one exuding a wild charm from top to bottom.
He clenched his jaw tightly drawing attention to his angular cheeks that were dashingly handsome. Quinn couldn't help but glance at the strong muscles that couldn't be hidden underneath the suit and wondered what sort of training plan a busy man could have.
"Are you done looking?" he said and Quinn who was caught staring struggled out of the hold of the two men but she didn't respond.
Leif gave back the wipes to one of the bodyguards and asked, "You dared to run?" with his head tilted to the side slightly.
Quinn pursed her lips her breathing stagnant. She knew if she opened her mouth to speak it would be of no use. In fact, she would only make things worse. In fact, it was best she kept her mouth shut.
Seeing her react this way Leif couldn't help but be dissatisfied though he didn't show it on his face. He turned to walk back to the car and the man next to Quinn pointed in the direction of the SUV not daring to lay his hand on her again. He had worked with Leif for so many years and could sense it when his boss was unhappy.
Quinn followed behind but when the bodyguards opened the same car door as the one Leif was riding in she was a little hesitant. She was already in a terrible mood and being in the same room as an ice cold glacier wouldn't help the situation at all.
She was about to talk her way into sitting in the front passenger seat but when she was met by that cold soul piercing gaze from inside the car she swallowed her words back and got inside.
With a bang, the door closed, and Quinn couldn't help but flinch. She wasn't afraid of anything in this world but sitting in this man's presence she felt like she was trapped with a beast in one cage. Lucky for her, the torture didn't last. It didn't take long for the car to stop in front of a high rise building in the middle of the city.