After being ruthlessly betrayed by Evelyn, my heart felt as if it had been ravaged by a storm, leaving nothing but chaos behind. Riding my motorcycle swiftly through the streets of New York, my thoughts were in a jumbled mess, and I didn't notice at all that the Ferrari with the sticker "Divorced and Single, Marry the Rear-ender" had stopped in front of the red light ahead. With a sharp screech of brakes and a dull thud of collision, I rear-ended it.
Out of that luxurious car stepped a woman with an extraordinary elegance. I instantly widened my eyes in shock, exclaiming inwardly, "Damn it! Isn't this Evelyn's mother?!" Recalling the past three years, I had been like a humble servant, pouring out everything to please Evelyn, only to be betrayed by her. In a fit of rage back then, I had unprecedentedly yelled that swear word at her. But now, thinking calmly about it, it was just my loss of composure after being hurt so deeply, like a ridiculous clown performing alone. I told myself that I would never step into that stupid emotional quagmire again. For a man, only by becoming powerful himself can he earn true respect and admiration. And at present, making money was the top priority, as it was the inevitable path to power. So, I resolutely decided to go for an interview at the Evelo Group, which was a renowned beauty giant in New York's fashion industry, and the position they were recruiting for happened to match my major perfectly. Who would have thought that fate would play such a joke on me at this moment and make me rear-end Evelyn's mother.
Actually, her mother was like a mysterious stranger to me. During my relationship with Evelyn, I had never stepped into her family's territory, and she had never mentioned anything about her family either. All I knew was that Evelyn took her mother's surname and that her mother's name was Alice. I had only caught a glimpse of her appearance in the photos on Evelyn's phone. And now, meeting her in person in such an embarrassing way, I was filled with helplessness and annoyance inside. It was all because of that mess with Evelyn that had left me so distracted and led to this rear-end accident. Today's series of unfortunate events was like an inescapable chain of bad luck, and she was the root cause of it all. I couldn't help cursing in my heart. However, that strange sticker on Alice's car did arouse my curiosity. "Marry the Rear-ender"? Was she really single?
I looked extremely guilty and quickly said, "Madam, I'm terribly sorry. I really didn't do it on purpose." In the past, considering the age difference, I should have called her "Auntie", but the situation was special now. Evelyn and I had already gone our separate ways, and besides, Alice looked so young that it seemed as if time had been especially kind to her. Standing beside Evelyn, they could easily be mistaken for sisters. If I carelessly called her "Auntie", I was afraid it might displease her.
Alice, however, showed remarkable self-restraint and asked with concern, "Young man, are you hurt?"
I scratched my head and replied somewhat nervously, "I'm okay. I was just a bit distracted just now. I'm really sorry. Don't worry, I'll definitely pay for the car repair costs, even if I have to sell everything I own." I took a look at her luxurious Ferrari and groaned inwardly. "It's just that I have a very important interview right now, which is crucial for my future. Could you please let me go to the interview first, and then I'll contact you later to deal with the car repair? My name is Jack, and I can let you take a picture of my ID card. You don't have to worry about me running away."
Alice thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement. "Sure." She took out an elegant fountain pen from her bag and smoothly wrote down a string of numbers on a piece of white paper. "There's no need to take a picture of your ID card. I choose to trust you. Here's my phone number. Remember to contact me after the interview." With that, she gracefully got into the Ferrari, and with a low and powerful roar, the car gradually drove away.
I let out a long sigh of relief and couldn't help feeling a bit more favorable towards Alice in my heart. Her understanding and reasonableness were in sharp contrast to Evelyn's selfishness and coldness. I rode my motorcycle with the wind whistling in my ears, rushing to the Evelo Group in great haste. When I arrived, I didn't care about the parking regulations. I threw my motorcycle aside and rushed towards the elevator. At this time, there was hardly any time left before the scheduled interview time, and every second seemed to be pounding on my heart.
When I rushed into the elevator and was about to press the floor button, a familiar figure floated in gracefully. To my astonishment, it was Alice.
"So you're here for an interview at Evelo?" There was also a flash of surprise in Alice's eyes.
I nodded numbly, groaning inwardly. So she worked here, and judging from the situation, she seemed to hold a rather high position.
"This is the president's exclusive elevator. How did you get in here?" Alice asked with a smile, and there was no blame in her tone.
I explained awkwardly, "Ah, I really didn't know this was the exclusive elevator. I was so eager to get to the interview that I didn't look carefully..." As soon as I said that, I suddenly felt as if I'd been struck by lightning. The president's exclusive elevator? Then was Alice...? I just felt my scalp tingling. Well, I had just rear-ended her, and now I came to her territory for an interview. Would she take this opportunity to make things difficult for me and trip me up?
"Ms. Alice, my rear-ending your car today was really an accident..." I apologized nervously again.
Alice seemed to see through my uneasiness. She smiled gently and said softly, "Don't worry. The rear-end accident is one thing, and the interview is another. You don't have to be too nervous."
Her words made me feel a little relieved. It seemed that she was truly a magnanimous person. The elevator slowly ascended, and I couldn't help secretly looking at Alice. Her skin was fair and smooth, like carefully carved jade, and it seemed that time had stopped on her. Under that delicate face, there was also a charming allure unique to mature women, like a glass of mellow wine that made people couldn't help but be intoxicated. My thoughts began to drift uncontrollably. Just then, the lights in the elevator flickered without warning, like ghosts struggling in the dark. Then, with a "pop", the whole world plunged into endless darkness. Before I could react, the elevator suddenly shook violently and then dropped rapidly like a kite with its string cut.
"Ah..." Alice let out a terrified scream that echoed in the dark elevator, sending chills down one's spine. Reacting instinctively, I felt her hands tightly wrap around my waist, and I also subconsciously hugged her tightly. The intense sense of weightlessness was like a giant devil's hand gripping me tightly. My head was spinning, and my stomach was churning. We hugged each other and fell to the ground in the darkness, our bodies colliding and entangling with each other. Fortunately, the elevator finally stopped, but the darkness still engulfed us like a tide. I was lying on the ground, with Alice on top of me, and our breathing was clearly audible in the silence, making the atmosphere extremely awkward. The faint fragrance of her perfume wafted into my nostrils, making my heart race. Alice was still trembling constantly, obviously terribly frightened. Her body was pressed tightly against mine, and her soft and bouncy breasts were pressing against my chest, making my heart beat even faster.
I pretended to be calm and comforted her, "Don't be afraid. If we really fell, I'd be the cushion for you at the bottom." However, this sentence seemed to have the opposite effect. She trembled even more violently and let out a painful moan: "Ah... It hurts..."
I asked anxiously, "Where does it hurt?"
"My foot. I think I sprained it..."
I carefully helped her up and then managed to get out from under her. In the darkness, I groped around and found the elevator's emergency bell button. I pressed it hard, once, twice, but the elevator didn't respond at all. It seemed that the power was completely cut off. Alice slowly sat down leaning against the elevator wall, and cold sweat oozed from her forehead and trickled down her delicate cheeks.
"It seems we can only wait for rescue." I sighed helplessly and took out my phone. I turned on the flashlight function, and a weak beam of light lit up in the darkness, illuminating Alice's somewhat pale face.
"Let me take a look at your foot." I said.
"What are you going to do?" She looked at me in horror.
"I'll check if your ankle is dislocated." I squatted down and gently held her foot.
She looked at me suspiciously and asked, "You know how to do this?"
I smiled slightly and said casually, "Three generations of my family have been surgeons. Bone-setting and massage are not difficult for me." I carefully felt her ankle, but since I hadn't practiced for a long time, my technique was a bit rusty. After feeling it for quite a while, I still wasn't sure. Alice saw that I was still fiddling with it and frowned slightly, asking impatiently, "How is it? Have you felt enough?"
I smiled awkwardly and explained, "I'm just confirming it again. Don't be impatient..." I took a deep breath, concentrated, and increased the strength in my hands a little.
"Ah... It hurts... Be gentle..." She cried out in pain.
Hearing her cry, I was secretly glad. The pain indicated that my judgment was correct. It was indeed dislocated. I lifted her foot and said seriously, "I'm going to reset it now. It'll hurt a bit, but you must hold on." After saying that, without giving her time to react, I quickly and precisely applied force with both hands and pushed. With a crisp "click" sound echoing in the silent elevator, I successfully reset her ankle.
"Ah... It hurts so much..." Alice cried out, but soon, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She tried to rotate her ankle and showed an incredulous expression on her face. "It's really okay now. You're really good at this!"
I smiled and didn't say anything.
"But it still hurts a little. What's going on?" She asked curiously.
I patiently explained, "This is normal. When a bone is dislocated and then reset, this process will cause some damage to the surrounding capillaries, so it'll hurt, but it's not a big problem." I held her foot again and said, "Come on, I'll massage it for you. This can relieve the pain." I gently massaged her ankle, but as the massage went on, I noticed that Alice's face gradually turned red and her breathing became rapid. I was startled and groaned inwardly. I really didn't mean it. Who would have thought that her ankle would be a sensitive spot?