Chapter 12

However.

Jack's eyes remained calm.

He wasn't afraid of trouble, but he hated meaningless trouble.

"Let's go."

Then Jack said to Joseph in front.

The car started.

In an instant, the woman lunged but met only empty air.

Her body stumbled and fell directly to the ground.

And at this moment.

Those people behind had already caught up.

"Run! Why aren't you running anymore?"

The bald man sneered viciously, dragging her up from the ground, "Just come back with me obediently. Our boss is still waiting for you."

The woman spat at the man.

Then kicked in the crotch.

A squeal like a pig's burst from the man's throat.

He clutched his groin, his entire face instantly turning red, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat pouring down like rain.

"Bitch! You're asking for death!"

The man clutched his crotch, cursing in humiliated rage.

The woman took the opportunity to quickly run away.

"Chase her!"

The people behind pursued relentlessly.

After running about a few hundred feet.

The woman collapsed on the ground. She felt utterly weak, her breathing extremely rapid, her face flushed, and her consciousness becoming fuzzy.

And those people had already reached her.

The woman lifted her head, looking at the approaching people. Despair filled her heart.

Just then.

A black sedan appeared before her.

The car door opened.

Revealing a resolute and handsome face.

"Get in."

Jack said flatly.

The woman froze for a moment, a flash of disbelief in her eyes.

Then, using both hands and feet, she crawled into the sedan.

"Drive."

Jack's voice remained cold, without any warmth.

As his words fell.

The black sedan let out a low roar, the tires screeching against the ground, like a black panther instantly shooting forward, leaving those cursing thugs far behind.

Inside the car.

The woman curled up next to Jack, gasping for breath in large gulps, her chest heaving, her dress already soaked with sweat, outlining her graceful curves.

Still shaken, she glanced behind, and only after confirming those people hadn't caught up did she breathe a sigh of relief.

Her entire body seemed drained of strength, and she collapsed limply into the seat.

After a moment, she came to her senses.

"Thank... thank you." The woman turned her head to look at Jack, her voice hoarse with a trace of trembling.

By the faint glow of the dashboard, she could see the man's face clearly.

Sharp features, deep eyes revealing a coldness that made one dare not look directly at him.

This was a dangerous man.

This was the woman's first impression of Jack.

Jack looked at the woman and frowned slightly, because he noticed something was off about her condition. Her face was an abnormally flushed color.

"General."

Just then.

Joseph, in front, suddenly spoke, "Someone's catching up."

Hearing this, Jack looked back and saw several cars pursuing them from behind.

Leading them was a sports car.

At the same time.

Inside the sports car behind.

A young man wearing a floral shirt and sunglasses was staring intently at the black sedan ahead, his eyes filled with violence.

"You're sure Vivian got in that car ahead?"

Next to the sunglasses-wearing man was the man who had just been kicked in the groin by Vivian Roberts.

The man's face was still somewhat twisted, but facing the sunglasses man's question, he bowed his head respectfully and said, "Yes."

"Damn it, chase them, don't let her get away!"

Hearing this, the young man immediately roared into his earpiece, while stomping hard on the gas pedal. The car's speed instantly increased by a notch.

He was the famous Playboy of this area, known as "Mad Dog" Raymond Edwards.

He and Vivian's agent had tricked her into coming here. He'd planned to enjoy her tonight, but just after drugging her, she discovered it.

Then Vivian pretended to go to the bathroom and escaped.

Now she'd been rescued by some man who came out of nowhere.

This was trampling Raymond's dignity into the ground!

"Boss, the car ahead seems to be modified. It's too fast, we can't catch up!" a subordinate behind reported anxiously.

"Just follow him. I don't believe he won't stop!" Raymond's eyes were bloodshot, having completely lost his rationality.

Inside the black sedan.

Joseph looked at the several cars in hot pursuit in the rearview mirror and asked Jack in the back seat, "Do you need me to stop?"

Joseph meant to stop to take care of them.

But Vivian, beside him, misunderstood, thinking he was going to hand her over to those people behind. She immediately looked nervously at Jack.

Jack's lips curved slightly upward, his eyes full of disdain, "If they like following, let them follow."

At these words.

Vivian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She said to Jack again, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Jack said flatly, then closed his eyes.

He paid no attention to Vivian beside him or the people pursuing behind.

His attitude of indifference to everything made Vivian feel strange.

Did he not recognize her?

An indescribable sense of loss rose in Vivian's heart.

As a popular actress, wherever she went, she was the center of attention. The way men looked at her was either full of greedy desire or fervent worship.

A man like Jack, who saved her but treated her as if she were invisible, was the first she'd ever encountered.

"You... you don't recognize me?"

Vivian couldn't help but ask, her voice carrying a hint of probing.

Jack still had his eyes closed, as if already asleep. He only replied flatly, "Should I recognize you?"

Vivian opened her mouth, momentarily speechless.

"My name is Vivian Roberts."

Unwilling to be ignored like this, she spoke again.

Jack finally opened his eyes, turned his head to glance at her, his gaze clear without any ripple.

"Now I know."

Then he closed his eyes again.

Vivian fell silent.

She could now be certain that this man really didn't recognize her.

But how was that possible?

Could it be that he never watched TV? She was the most famous star of recent years.