"Ah!"
Riveras Hayes screamed, quickly covering his face, "You nasty woman, what did you spray?"
"Mr. Avery, this is my special self-defense spray! If you don't seek medical attention in time, your face will rot."
Elara Don said as she hurriedly ran to the window and opened it to let fresh air in.
"Elara Don, well done! Dare to mess with me? Even if my face rots, I will still have you!"
Riveras Hayes, with a face full of anger, walked toward Elara Don.
Still thinking about that kind of thing at a time like this?
Elara Don frowned, glanced outside the window, and quickly climbed onto the windowsill.
The room door was locked, and she couldn't leave through the entrance, so she had to think of another way.
This was the third floor; jumping straight down could cripple her, if not worse.
But there was a drainpipe nearby, and an air conditioner unit hung outside the second floor; as long as she was careful, she could land safely.
With that thought, Elara Don gritted her teeth and clung to the drainpipe, sliding down just as Riveras Hayes pounced at her.
She could still hear Riveras Hayes cursing above her. Once Elara Don's feet touched the ground, she breathed a sigh of relief and hurried away.
Her heart was still racing when she finally got into a taxi.
Heat seemed to linger in her body; Elara Don swallowed and quickly instructed the driver to stop at the nearest pharmacy.
After getting off the car, she entered the pharmacy, bought some sedatives, and seeing her arm was cut, bought some medical supplies as well.
The summer breeze still carried some heat; Elara Don worried that she'd scare her son if she went back like this, so she found a quiet spot to sit down, took the medication with bottled water, and began tending to her wound.
The loathsome faces of the three members of the Don Family flashed through her mind.
Elara Don looked at the wound on her arm, her red lips tightly pressed together.
Was her child really taken by the Don Family?
If so, why would they do it?
Elara Don pondered endlessly, faintly hearing sounds of fighting in the background.
She turned her head in the direction of the noise and saw, in a nearby alley, three men dressed in black holding knives and attacking a man.
What was going on?
Initially, Elara Don didn't want to interfere.
But when she saw the tall figure of the man being attacked, she couldn't help but frown slightly.
This back view, why does it look a bit like Damon Hawke?
Could it be he's under attack?
Should she step in?
But he's a hypocrite!
However, he was still her sponsor for now!
If something happened to him, the company's partnership project might get suspended.
Her year-end bonus would go down the drain!
That couldn't happen!
She still had to take care of her son!
Elara Don bit her lip, pulled out the spray from her bag, and quickly ran toward the alley.
"Stop it, I've called the police, and they'll be here soon!"
The woman's clear voice was particularly striking in the quiet night.
The men in black with knives paused their actions and turned to look at her with a fierce gaze.
Elara Don gulped, tightly gripping the spray, her gaze settling on the man being attacked.
At that moment, the man turned around.
Elara Don was slightly taken aback when she saw the mask on the man's face.
It wasn't Damon Hawke!
Did she save the wrong person?
Could she still retreat in time?
"Uh, gentlemen, carry on!"
Elara Don chickened out, watched the men in black advance toward her, and quickly turned around.
"Courting death!"
The sound of strong wind attacked her from behind.
Elara Don screamed in fear, turning and spraying the spray in her hand at the assailant.
"Ah! What the hell is that?"
The man in black screamed, angrily shouting.
Elara Don tightly held the spray in her hand, "Sir, I advise you to go to the hospital quickly, or your face will rot."
"You!"
The man in black was furious, raising his knife toward Elara Don.
Elara Don was shocked, instinctively closing her eyes, desperately spraying the spray in her hand.
After hearing several shrieks, she opened her eyes to find the men in black gone.
In the narrow alley, only the masked man stood not far from her, staring at her intently.
Did she chase away the men in black?
Was she really that formidable?
Elara Don's hand trembled uncontrollably; she swallowed, turned around, and wanted to leave the trouble zone quickly.
"Don't go."
A deep male voice came from behind her.
Elara Don's footsteps halted, turning to see the man clutching his chest, leaning against the wall as if injured.
Should she care?
This person didn't even know if he was good or bad!
Elara Don looked conflicted, but in the end, she braced herself and walked toward the man.
Forget it, she'd do a good deed to the end!
After all, she was kind-hearted!
"Are you hurt?"
Elara Don supported the man and looked up at him.
Under the dim light, the man was tall, wearing a Firebird mask that revealed thin red lips and a tense jawline.
This height, this jawline...
Elara Don blinked, suddenly stretched out her hand, and pulled off the man's mask.
Uh!
She thought too much!
Under the mask, the man's face was plain and ordinary.
Really not Damon Hawke!
"Miss, are you so eager to see what I look like?"
The man placed most of his weight on Elara Don, looking at her deeply with his dark eyes.
"Ahem, sorry, I thought you were someone I knew, so..."
Elara Don helped him to where she had been sitting before, panting from the effort.
"Someone you know? So, you came rushing out because you wanted to save him? Who is he?"
The man's eyes slightly moved, his voice low and pressed down.
"He's sort of my boss."
Elara Don wiped the sweat from her forehead, looked at the man, "Are you okay? Who were those men in black? How did you offend them?"
"Do you like your boss?"
The man asked with a comment entirely off-topic.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Elara Don had just taken a sip of water, and hearing this, she sprayed it out with a puff.
"How could I like that hypocrite? I'm just afraid my year-end bonus will be lost, so I intervened, only to save the wrong person."
Elara Don wiped the water off her lips and twisted the bottle cap back on.
"Opportunistic."
The man's eyes darkened, and the atmosphere around him visibly dropped a few notches at the word "hypocrite."
"Hehe, sir, is that any way to thank your rescuer? If I weren't opportunistic, how could have I saved you? Didn't you see I scared those men in black away?"
Elara Don gave the man a dissatisfied glance, huffing.
"So, I should thank you then? Should I offer myself to you as a token of gratitude?"
The man didn't explain who scared off the men in black, raising an eyebrow with a hint of interest in his eyes.
"Sir, are you feverish? By the look of you, aren't you a hooligan? I advise you to walk the right path quickly, and stop engaging in fights."
Elara Don rolled her eyes at the man, picked up her belongings, "Alright, good deed done, I have to go now."
Warmth wrapped around her arm as the man behind her caught her arm, lightly pulling.
Elara Don let out a scream, realizing that she had already landed in the man's arms.
This rogue!
Elara Don's mind raced, just as she intended to struggle free when her sights landed on the man's open chest, and she froze!
A plum blossom birthmark!
She vaguely remembered that four years ago, the man who took away her innocence also had a plum blossom birthmark on his chest!