Chapter 002 ：Encountering a Dangerous Man

The man's exceptionally handsome face bore an icy demeanor, each contour of his chiseled features seemed meticulously crafted by the finest sculptor. His sharp, hawk-like eyes pierced through the crowd, fixing upon Emily Thompson, who sat on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

Emily Thompson was immobilized by the man's intense gaze, her petite frame trembling involuntarily, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest with fear. She wanted to flee, yet her body seemed frozen, refusing to obey her will.

Helplessly, she watched as the man strode from the car door to stand before her.

"Y-you..." Before she could utter the words 'what do you want,' she was forcibly pulled up by the man's domineering grip and roughly shoved into the passenger seat.

She was about to scream when the man also got into the passenger seat, despite there being only one seat, leaving them both seated there. Emily Thompson's heart pounded rapidly, her "thump, thump" echoing in her ears.

Though she had been married to Benjamin Mitchell for three years, for some inexplicable reason, he never made advances towards her. Their intimacy was limited, at most a fleeting kiss.

Thus, this was the closest she had ever been to a man in her twenty-six years of life.

Moreover, he was an exceptionally handsome man.

His allure, unlike that of the enigmatic man, was purely masculine, exuding dominance and raw sensuality.

Almost barbaric!

For now, he was crudely pinching her chin with two fingers, forcing her to look at the dashcam mounted on the windshield, issuing a cold command, "Watch closely!"

"You... hurt me!" Emily Thompson frowned.

"You even know what pain is?" the man scoffed, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

Before Emily Thompson could retaliate, she widened her eyes in astonishment the next moment.

Because she saw on the dashcam that she wasn't knocked down by their car at all, but rather, she fell to the ground because she tripped on her high heels.

"Do you understand now?" The man towered over Emily Thompson, his voice cold as an icy chisel.

"I..." Emily Thompson licked her dry lips, unsure of what to say.

Not one to extort money, she pondered for a moment before saying, "I'll return the money to you. It was my mistake to misunderstand you."

The man remained silent, his deep, ocean-blue eyes locking onto Emily Thompson's delicate face, narrowing dangerously. His voice, cold as the depths of winter, uttered, "Seems like you're lonely!"

Such flippant words were a first for Emily Thompson, causing her naturally curled lashes to flutter. Her amber eyes, contracted in fear, and her body, pressed against his, felt tormented, as if she were being roasted over a fire.

"How is that possible? I have a husband," Emily Thompson said, forcing herself to appear composed, though inwardly annoyed at being mistaken for a woman trying to flirt with a luxury car owner.

"Alright, you can get off now!" The man withdrew his fingers from Emily Thompson's chin, his tone cold.

Emily Thompson also wanted to get off quickly. This man was too terrifying, too dangerous. If she had known there was such a terrifying man in the car earlier, she would have left as soon as she got the money.

She would not have wasted so much time with the enigmatic man.

But hindsight is always 20/20.

Moreover, the man occupied the entire seat with his posture, making it inconvenient for her to get off without him leaving first.

"Um... could you get off first?" Emily Thompson raised her delicate face, awkwardly smiling.

The man's cold gaze swept over Emily Thompson, unmoved.

Emily Thompson found the man truly despicable!

Although she had tripped and fallen, they had also scared her, hadn't they?

Moreover, she didn't know she wasn't hit by them, so why was he so discourteous?

Instead of using light-hearted words to tease her or refusing to get off and embarrassing her.

Good girls don't argue with bad boys, so be it!

Emily Thompson crouched, cautiously moved away from his thigh.

As her small buttocks touched his thigh, his thigh actually pushed upwards. Emily Thompson, embarrassed, turned back and was about to slap the domineering and despicable man.

But, what greeted her was a closed car door, the domineering man had closed the door!

Emily Thompson was infuriated.

The enigmatic man sneered, "What? Still claiming you didn't stage it?"

Outside the car just now, he saw William Turner let Emily Thompson watch the dashcam and realized he probably hadn't hit the woman.

He regretted not thinking of this sooner, wasting so much time and almost getting into a fight with other people.

Emily Thompson glared fiercely at the domineering man sitting in the car, angrily grabbed the two thousand yuan the enigmatic man gave her from her bag, and forcefully smashed it against the car window, shouting, "I'm giving you money so you can go chase women! Don't you men control your third legs whenever you see a woman!"

After shouting, Emily Thompson turned around and ran away.

The onlookers were a bit puzzled, but they also dispersed, not intending to meddle in other people's business.

The enigmatic man was so angry that he pushed aside the passersby, sat in the driver's seat, pulled at his collar, opened his mouth wide, looking as if he had eaten a fly, and said angrily, "Four Brother, how can there be such a woman in this world!"

"Alexander, drive," William Turner said calmly.

Alexander Davis turned his head to look at William Turner, only to see William Turner contemplating him with a strand of hair he had pulled from Emily Thompson's head.

His flames of anger extinguished instantly, furrowing his brows, thinking for a moment before tentatively asking, "Four Brother, are you saying that woman just now was sent by them? Trying to pretend to be a victim and flirt with you?"

"No," William Turner put away the strand of hair he had plucked from Emily Thompson's head, his eyes downcast. "Adjust your fiery temper and act more calmly."

Alexander Davis pursed his lips, his youthful and vibrant face looking a bit downcast.

At night, in an international five-star hotel.

Emily Thompson looked at herself in the floor-length mirror of the hotel, very satisfied.

Because she had put on makeup, and makeup was truly magical. Her 26-year-old face, when made up, turned into that of a 60-year-old grandmother, with dry hair, wrinkles covering her old face, and stooped posture...

She dressed like this for one purpose only: to capture evidence of Benjamin Mitchell's infidelity!

Her best friend received reliable information that tonight at 8 o'clock, Benjamin Mitchell would be staying with a woman at this hotel.

Luxury hotels, especially such five-star hotels, would not tarnish their reputation to help her catch a cheating spouse. So she had to rely on herself to sneak a peek at Benjamin Mitchell and that woman's hotel room number!

So she dressed like this, neither letting Benjamin Mitchell recognize her nor arousing suspicion from the hotel staff to drive her away.

As long as she captured evidence of Benjamin Mitchell cheating tonight, she could go to a lawyer and legitimately divorce Benjamin Mitchell.