"I never asked you to take care of me, let go of me!"
Travis Miller, however, grabbed her wrist, practically using brute force to drag her toward the parking lot.
Abigail Hemsworth struggled and frantically yelled, "Travis Miller, let me go!"
Travis seemed oblivious, still pulling her as he walked in long strides. The woman behind him was in a dress and high heels, her steps already chaotic, stumbling backward continuously.
"Miss Hemsworth!"
The driver who had been waiting for her in the parking lot heard her voice and ran over, seeing the entangled state of the two, he was momentarily confused about the situation.
He had seen Abigail Hemsworth before, but he also knew the daunting President Miller.
"Help me, I... don't know him..."
Abigail quickly shouted to the driver, who snapped back to reality and hurried two steps forward.
"Mr. Miller!"
"Get lost!"
The man, whose face had always been expressionless and emotionless, now wore an indescribable extreme and sinister look.
