Elara Don suddenly tore open the man's shirt, her eyes widening as she examined him closely.
The man's chest muscles were firm, his honey-colored skin appearing sensual and wild under the dim light.
Getting closer, she could smell the mingling scent of tobacco and mint on him.
The scene from four years ago surged to mind, Elara's expression changed dramatically, her emotions tumultuous.
Was it him?
Was the man who took away her innocence four years ago him?
Elara abruptly stood up, and at the sight of a faint bite mark on the man's shoulder, her heart jumped to her throat.
It was him!
It had to be him!
That night, in pain, she bit into his shoulder.
At that time, she tasted the metallic flavor of blood.
She thought she must have bitten deeply!
The scent, the plum blossom birthmark, the bite mark—everything matched perfectly.
Elara was nearly losing control in anger!
She wanted so much to ask the jerk before her why he had taken her innocence those years ago?
"Woman, are you so interested in my body?"
The man's teasing voice reached her ears, making Elara wish she could slap him to death.
Dog of a man, she had finally found him!
But fortunately, he hadn't recognized her!
"No! A moment ago, I smelled blood, so I wanted to see if you were hurt somewhere."
This person was a hooligan!
Constantly calling for fights and killings, enemies everywhere.
She didn't want to get involved with such a person.
Even less did she want him to know she had borne him two children four years ago!
She didn't want her sons to be in danger in the future!
So, she had to keep the secret from four years ago!
"Did you see it? Help me with some medicine then."
The man's deep, black eyes scanned her, his chin lifted slightly, glancing at the bag she held.
Getting her to do his bidding?
Elara wanted to smash what she was holding right into him.
But ultimately, she calmed down.
She couldn't let him notice anything unusual about her.
Otherwise, her secret would be revealed!
"Brother, where are you from? Seeing your age, you must have a wife and kids, right?"
Elara simply sat beside him, taking out medical supplies to clean his wounds.
"Why are you asking this?"
The man raised his eyebrows, his gaze falling on the woman's beautiful profile, eyes slightly moved.
"Just asking casually!"
Elara applied iodine to the wound on his arm and gently blew on it twice, "If you're always being a hooligan, and one day get killed by an enemy, you should leave a legacy!"
She really was a saint!
How did she end up leaving a legacy for a hooligan for free!
The woman's fragrance filled his nose.
The stinging pain from the wound was teased into a slight numbness by the woman's gentle breath.
The muscles throughout the man's body suddenly tightened, his Adam's apple unconsciously moved.
His lowered voice was even huskier, "You care a lot about me? Why don't you help me have one?"
Ha!
Dog of a man, did he need a ladder to climb up so desperately?
Elara applied a bit more force with her hand, glaring at him indignantly, "Smooth-talker!"
She did bear him two children, but there was no way she would ever let him know this fact in this lifetime!
"Ow, trying to murder your husband?"
The man groaned softly, looking at Elara's angry little face, amusement flickered in his eyes.
"Hooligan brother, if you keep taking advantage of me with your words, I'll..."
Elara got up, pulled out a spray from her bag, and aimed it at the man.
Fiercely fierce yet adorably fierce!
Really taking this stuff as some sort of magic spray?
The man chuckled, interest flashed in his deep black eyes.
"Alright, I've helped you with the medicine, I'm leaving."
Elara furrowed her brows slightly, meeting the man's deep black eyes, a strange familiarity struck her.
A silhouette briefly flashed in her mind, she hurriedly shook her head to stop herself from overthinking.
Why was she thinking of Damon Hawke again?
They are completely different people, aren't they?
The woman's slender figure disappeared into the night, only then did the man in dark clothes come out from the shadows and stand before the man.
"Apologies, master, I'm late. Those people have been dealt with, your injuries..."
"It's fine."
Damon Hawke tidied his clothes, feeling the wound on his hand that had just been treated, his lips curled lightly.
Charlotte Soo... had truly surprised him!
"Master, the ones who tried to kill you were those driven out underlings from your second uncle, you see..."
The man in dark clothes asked respectfully, cold gleams flickering in his eyes.
"Chase Quinn, sever the tendons of those three men in black and throw them in front of him, tell him if it happens again, there will be no mercy."
Damon Hawke's slender fingers adjusted the human-skin mask on his face, then donned his flame-red bird mask again, his tall figure exuded bloodthirsty intent.
"Yes."
Chase Quinn agreed, watching Damon Hawke stride forward, hesitantly asked, "Master, do you want me to investigate the background of that woman just now?"
The master had two identities.
This was a secret.
Out in the open, Damon Hawke was the current ruler of the Hawke Group.
In the shadows, he had another identity.
Leader of the Netherworld Organization.
Under the previous leader, the organization had always operated on the fringes of legality.
Since Damon Hawke took over, he started clearing and rectifying, aiming to lead the organization into legitimacy.
Because of this, he occasionally faced attacks from opponents within the organization.
And the woman who appeared suddenly tonight, who knew if she was deliberately sent by the opposition to cause confusion.
"No need, your brother is investigating."
Damon Hawke spoke, lips slightly curved.
Rhun Quinn is investigating?
Turns out, the master had known this woman for a long time?
...
Elara Don quietly returned home, exhaling deeply.
What a dangerous night.
Fortunately, she managed to escape unscathed.
Just as she put away her things, her phone rang.
Elara glanced at the caller ID, her red lips pressing tight.
It was Victoria Don's call.
Upon answering, the electric voice of a woman's sharp tone burst forth.
"Elara Don, why are you so ungrateful? We kindly introduced someone to you, yet you almost made Riveras Hayes disfigured?"
Merely almost disfigured!
Elara clenched her phone tightly, "He brought it on himself! Victoria Don, tell your parents if this happens again, I'll make sure the other party is destroyed! And the ones who arranged it won't have it easy either!"
With that, she ignored Victoria Don's shouting, directly hung up the phone.
The Don Family were really despicable!
Elara pursed her lips, remembering something, she turned on her computer to search for Victoria Don's information online.
Victoria Don was now a major celebrity, with plenty of information available online about her.
She only wanted to find some clues.
Could the people who took away her child be from the Don Family?
Elara quickly browsed several pieces of information, her brows furrowed tightly.
Victoria Don had Damon Hawke's child four years ago?
Because of this reason, she steadily carried the title of Damon Hawke's fiancée, thriving in the entertainment world?
How could it be so coincidental?
If her child was indeed taken by the Don Family, could Damon Hawke's child actually be her own?
Could it be Damon Hawke who took her innocence four years ago?
Victoria Don discovered this fact, in order to marry Damon Hawke, therefore took her child and even wanted to kill her?
No, no!
Didn't she see Tang Bao's biological father?
The hooligan from today was the man from back then!