"Are you day-dreaming? How can it be?" Heather springs up from the couch like a cat being stepped on its tail.He roughly pins Prisley against the wall, "Prisley, it is written in the contract. Only when the contract expires or I get married, our relationship comes to the end. As long as neither of those two happens, you are still mine."Prisley looks at him as if he were an idiot, “That's ridiculous! Have you bought me off? The contract only stipulates that I have to serve you. It doesn't mean you have bought all my rights. Now I’m not for sale, okay?""That's up to me. As long as I don't agree, it can't be over." He lets go of Prisley.Prisley freezes. She tries several times to organize her speech to respond, but still can't. Yes, with Heather's wealth and position, it will be easy for him to make things difficult for her. He can control everything within his reach. She is just a nobody, a pitiful ant that he can easily trample.Prisley doesn't understand how can Heather, who is al

Prisley's gaze shifted from being disorientation to focus.She looks at Heather and angrily pushes him away.How dare he answer a call from his ex-girlfriend while holding her in his arms? That's disgusting!Prisley walks away in disgust and turns on her laptop to get ready for work.Heather says to Filla on the other end of the phone, "Okay, got it. I'll be right there."He comes over and closes Prisley's laptop, "Come have dinner with me."Prisley looks at him angrily, "Go away! I have to work. You're on your own." Her eyes are filled with disgust.Heather, with the joy of having just won a fight, says triumphantly, "The boss forbids his employee from working overtime." He smiles smugly.Prisley frowns, "Are you sick?""You're willing to have an ambiguous relationship with a married woman. But I'm not willing to share the same man with others."Heather feels like his hand being zapped by the little hedgehog, "Don't talk nonsense. It's not what you think.""I’m asking you now, in the

The fat driver's smelly mouth kisses Prisley roughly. His sweaty, fat body presses against her. "No - !" Prisley struggles desperately, trying to push the repulsive man away. But the disparity in strength between a woman and a man is too great, and she can't move a little bit. The feeling of humiliation causes tears to flow uncontrollably. Prisley tries her best to calm herself down. Just as the driver gets off and goes to the passenger side, Prisley takes out the pen that Mark gave her out of her bag. With her hand shaking terribly, she rips off the cap of the pen and, gathering her strength, and swings it at the fat driver. She knows the blade in the pen is short, so she aims for the artery in his neck. The knife, forged from highest quality material, is incredibly sharp. As the blood spurts out, the fat driver is still unaware that he is injured. Seeing that Prisley's clothes immediately turn red with blood, he mechanically wipes his neck, only to discover that the blood is