Chapter 1

The early winter sky seemed to be constantly cloudy, as if it was shrouded in a thick layer of fog.

Quincy Scott clutched her legs tightly as she crouched in an alley. Her petite body shivered uncontrollably due to a mixture of fear and the cold.

Clang!

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang. The sound quickly travelled down the narrow alley.

When she heard the noise, Quincy snapped open her eyes and looked about warily.

She quickly stood up and placed her back against the wall. Her hands were clenched into tight fists that hung loosely by her sides, as if she was ready to attack something.

"There she is!"

A gruff male voice rang out. Quincy jumped as soon as she heard the words. She ran down the alley with every last ounce of strength she could muster.

She burst through the moving crowd but she accidentally stumbled and fell to the ground.

Someone yelled, "B*tch! Stop right there!" When she head this, Quincy gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand up, despite the pain coming from her knee.

She looked up and saw a black car across the street. Someone had just entered and closed its door.

Quincy no longer had any strength to run, so she thought she might as well take a gamble and make a run for it. Whether she succeeded or failed would depend on this one risky move.

The black car seemed to be leaving, so she had to make her move now. She leaped forward and pounced at the car door, reaching out with both hands to pull open the door with as  much force as she could muster. She managed to open the door so she ducked her head and quickly got in the car.

It was quiet in the car, and the air was stuffy. The interior was a lot bigger than any car she had ever seen before. Almost every surface was clad in coffee-colored leather and the floor was covered in a white, thick wool carpet.

Having jumped frantically into the car, Quincy found herself pressed up against a pair of firm, well-proportioned thighs.

It took a second for Quincy to realize the awkwardness of the situation as she hurriedly got up from the man's lap. The stranger's eyes were cold, and his piercing gaze was filled with murderous intent as he stared at her. Quincy could not help but feel intimidated.

But at this moment, she had no time to appreciate his handsome looks, let alone dwell on her feelings of fear. She scrambled up from her seat and knelt on the carpet. She folded her hands together and begged, her voice trembling with fear: "Please help me. There are bad guys chasing me. I'm begging you. I'll get out of the car as soon as I get rid of them, please."

Her voice was genuine and filled with pity. It would make anyone sympathize with her.

Upon hearing this, the man frowned slightly. Although it was just a nuanced expression, it was enough to express his disgust and impatience. "Get out of the car," he said simply.

The driver in the front of the car noticed the subtle change in the man's expression from the rearview mirror. As soon as he heard the man's icy voice, he pulled out a gun from his waist and pointed it straight at Quincy's temple.

The cold touch of the gun made Quincy's mind go blank as she knelt motionless in place, without moving in the slightest.

The silence around her was terrifying. She held her breath out of fear and it seemed like the situation foretold her impending death..

The man spoke up again. "Get out."

His tone was indifferent and his voice sounded even colder and more piercing than before.

Upon hearing this, Quincy averted her gaze and peeked at the man's face. He was not even looking at her. Instead, he kept his eyes looking straight ahead as if to avoid looking at her body. But there was an imperceptible flash of ruthlessness in his dark and soulful eyes.

Meanwhile, the driver had stepped out of the car and walked over to the back seat door. He opened the door and reached in his hand to firmly put the muzzle of his gun against the back of Quincy's head...

The gun's safety lock was released with a click!

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