"S...," Layla chokes on her words, her face flushing. If she had ever seen a petty person before, she doesn't think she has met anyone as petty as Jordan. She can't believe he is so bent on paying her back with her own coins. How can such a young man be as petty as a woman? Ah! She bites down on her lower lip, almost to the point of a red spot, and looks down at the phones in her hand. Jordan's expression is so dark that she can't dare to look at it, and she can't afford to answer his question.After all, he is saying nothing but the truth. If she answers yes that he is being overbearing, doesn't that mean she was also being overbearing earlier? And if she says no that he isn't being overbearing, then what was the need for her earlier remark? She has been put in a spot where every answer of hers would lead to another course of action.She has suffered enough in a few hours that she can't bear the thought of another happening. Gritting her teeth, she unlocks her phone, and scrolls to

"Huh?" The young woman's eyes twitch in shock, and the small smile on her face vanishes. She had only been standing up for her niece, whom she feels is being treated unfairly, but instead of listening to her, Jordan actually asked her to pay $100,000 as well. It's one thing to see her niece doing it and entirely another for her to actually do so as well. She is a woman who cherishes even the least one dollar and wouldn't spend any money except if it is really necessary.How can she possibly give out $100,000 to Jordan just like that? She can't even bear the thought!She frowns deeply, retorting in blatant displeasure, "Sir, I owe you nothing. Why would I pay you $100,000?""You owe me nothing?" Jordan scoffs, chuckling wryly and adding, "When the accident happened, who was the first person to start the argument? Or do you think I've forgotten that you were the one who initiated everything while your niece merely followed your lead?""Uhm," the young woman bites down on her lower lip,

Jordan is indifferent to Layla's emotional distress as he shifts his attention to the taxi driver and calmly instructs, "Sir, give her your account number." "Huh?" The taxi driver, puzzled by this unexpected turn of events, furrows his brow in confusion. Jordan had just asked Layla to pay him for his mental health, shouldn't he be the one giving her his account number? What does it have to do with him?"I have no need for the money," seeing through the man's thoughts, Jordan clarifies with a smile. "The money was for you all along. I don't look sick, do I?""So you...," The taxi driver chokes on his words, his eyes suddenly welling up with tears. He can't believe Jordan lied just for him. First, he had made Layla send $200,000 to Natasha, which a hundred thousand dollars was for him and now he is having Layla send him another $100,000. He is a grown-up man but he can't help feeling fuzzy inside. All his life, he has been the one taking care of himself, but in these few hours, Jordan

In other words, Jordan was saying that Layla's guard didn't survive the ordeal of a few minutes ago!Layla swallows hard, her eyes widening. Even though she had long come to the conclusion that the guard must have died since he never appeared before her again, it was still shocking to her to hear Jordan state the obvious. She really can't believe that it only took Jordan a mere kick to kill her guard and the most horrifying part is that Jordan had done this so effortlessly and as if he didn't even exert half of his strength!'Just how powerful is he?' She can't help wondering, her eyes squinting and her breath catching in her throat."Miss Layla, what are you doing still standing there? Don't you want to leave again?" "Of, course, I'm leaving, I'm leaving," at Jordan's abrupt question and quizzical gaze on her, Layla hastily replies and turns on her heels, darting towards her car. She doesn't even spare her aunt a glance.Seeing this, the young woman frowns, clearly displeased. "L

"Hahaha," Edith, instead of exploding in anger, suddenly bursts into laughter, taking Natasha and the rest by surprise. "Layla, I know you're upset with me for drawing a clear line between us earlier, but this isn't the way to get back at me," she laughs harder whilst making her way to Layla. "All your life, you've sung praises of how beautiful I am. How can I suddenly be ugly today? Hahaha, even though you are already of age, you still don't know how to get back at someone," she drops a hand relaxedly on Layla's shoulder, patting her softly on the back while still laughing.Layla frowns. She had called her aunt ugly mainly because she expected the insult to sting, not to be brushed off so easily. "Ah!" She smacks her tongue in annoyance, shoving Edith's hand off her shoulder and retorting coolly, "You know best whether I was trying to get back at you or stating a fact. Anyway, what does it matter? You're dying soon, so whether you're beautiful or ugly, no one will care once you're