Chapter 392

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“Money?”

In Portis City, she knew that giving Star’s brother some respect was a given. But now, what else could it be but money?

The man looked at her innocence and let out a mocking laugh.

“For your pocket money?”

Susanna’s eyelid twitched hard.

That was just plain rude… What did he mean by her pocket money? Sure, it was just a small amount to Mr. Quinn’s people.

“Then what are you after? My mom’s Night-T Group?”

Hull chuckled softly. “Night-T Group? That little company is your mother’s?”

Susanna was stunned.

Little company?

Who exactly was this man hanging around Star’s brother? The whole of Portis City praised Night-T Group as something remarkable, a business that a woman had built to such heights. But to this man, it was just… a little company?

Outside, the sound of those thugs could be heard. “Check all the parked cars too. Don’t let any possibility get away.”

“Got it, boss.”

Hearing that they were going to check parked cars, Susanna’s heart leapt into her throat.

She clutched Hull’s shirt tighter. “Drive, get us out of here. Staying here any longer could spell trouble.”

Susanna’s voice trembled with fear.

This year really was her unlucky year. Everything that could go wrong had decided to crash into her life. She was in a real pickle.

The man tightened his grip on her chin slightly, straightening up to peer outside. “There’s a lot of them.”

Susanna was already on edge, and hearing him say that made her even more frightened.

“Please, stop saying that. So tell me, what are you really after?”

Whatever she could offer, she was willing to, as long as he got them out of this mess.

Hull uttered, “You’re straightforward, aren’t you?”

Susanna exclaimed, “Just spill it already!”

Hull teasingly pinched her chin but didn’t keep her in suspense. He ordered the driver, “Drive.”

Finally, the car started.

But just as it did, the driver slammed the brakes. Hull was flung forward, with Susanna still precariously positioned between his legs.

The jolt sent her forehead crashing into his belt buckle, and with a loud thud, Susanna felt like her brain had been rattled loose. “Ouch!”

Clutching her forehead, she winced in pain.

Hull’s eyes darkened. “What’s going on?”

“They want to check the car.”

Someone had approached the driver’s side, signaling for the window to be rolled down.

Hull instructed, “Open the window.”

“No,” Susanna blurted out without thinking.

“Hmm?”

“Drive, just… just speed through,” Susanna stammered.

With so many people looking for her, there was undoubtedly a web of trouble behind it. Letting them find her in Hull’s car would create a mess, now and in the future

O.UMS

“You really scared of those people?” Hull asked.

Susanna replied, “For sure, someone like you who’s used to living on the edge wouldn’t be scared.”

She pitied herself, born into a

sheltered life, never having

witnessed such a scene. This was genuinely walking the fine line

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between life and death. It was a

miracle she hadn’t collapsed yet.

“If you let the driver speed through, I’ll agree to any terms you have.”

Susanna assumed Hull hadn’t named his price because he hadn’t thought of it yet. No need to wait. They needed to get out of here, pronto. Hull’s lips curled into a smile, as if he had just won the prize he was aiming for.

Casually, he told the driver, “Drive.”

“Yes, sir.”

The driver nodded, flooring the gas pedal and charging forward.

The pursuers seemed caught off guard by their bold move. Realizing what was happening, they fired a few shots at their car!

Susanna, relieved that the car was speeding away, tried to sit up from between Hull’s legs. But the sound of gunfire made her retreat again, and the space between his legs seemed even tighter.

In her panic, she ended up wedged in a rather… awkward position. You could imagine where she was stuck.

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