Chapter 61

Kay and his men—who hid in the shadows—stared at the scene with eyes wide like saucers. Damn, was their boss about to run over him? There were no traces of holding back in Charmine’s actions. She twisted the handle of her motorbike as she raced toward him. Once Julian knew for sure Charmine was not letting up, that she was closing in from their half-a-meter distance, he instinctively jumped out of the way. Yet, the motorbike moved at such a speed that his sleeve was almost caught by the bike, and it sent him stumbling back a few steps. Charmine glanced at him by the corner of her eyes. A mocking smirk appeared on her lips as she flipped the middle finger at him. Her long and unruly hair fluttered in the night breeze. She sure was bold and daring. On the other side, Julian was left with his pale-green face, the veins on his forehead almost burst out from hatred and fear. The woman who was once all over him nearly ran over him and even gave him the middle finger! Why did she