Chapter 39 Poor Ms. Lenig

As such, Lindsey Juhl missed Zayn's series of movements. The man violently pushed open the car door and with one big step, he was in front of her. He carried her on his shoulders and threw her into the car. Lindsey shouted, "Zayn Guggenheim! Help, somebody! Help me!" In the next second, the car door was slammed shut, trapping her voice in the car. Even if some pedestrians saw her being taken, the sports car already disappeared before they could even react. "Zayn Guggenheim! Do you not feel happy if you don’t torture me for a single day?" Lindsey’s small fist slammed into the back of Zayn’s car seat, but Zayn was unfazed and did not move. She spoke so fast that it was surprising Zayn understood what she said. He just replied without an expression, “Nope.” Lindsey choked and wanted to scratch his face, but when she saw his handsome and flawless face, she could not bear to do it and just sat back while cursing him under her breath. "What the hell are you muttering?" "None of yo