At nine o'clock at night, Aethelgard officially unveils the time for people's vibrant nightlife.
BANG!
The door of the presidential suite in the hotel was suddenly pushed open, and a teenager in jeans and a white T-shirt ran out from inside.
Behind her was the painful wailing of a middle-aged man lying on the ground.
"Quick... catch that damn kid!"
You're the damn one, your whole family is damn!
South Grant only felt as if her heart were about to leap out of her chest.
She could only run, run as if her life depended on it!
The heavens must have taken a perverse pleasure in tormenting her, the city knew how to have fun.
She originally thought closing her eyes would mean death, yet she unexpectedly returned to ten years ago, on that fateful night.
Opening her eyes, damn it, a fat pig head was gnawing at her.
The familiar scene told her exactly what was happening.
This time, she didn't kill him but kicked his balls to pieces.
How fate's trajectory would go, she didn't care; since she had been reborn, the trajectory had to be under her control!
She would no longer kill, nor would she ever enter that room again, and she would definitely not take the fall for Fiona Grant!
Fiona Grant's selfish cruelty had only hardened her heart!
Since society is harsh on women, she would strive to carve out her own sky as a man!
South Grant listened to the approaching footsteps behind her, unable to recall past events.
She ran madly downstairs, where there was a bar just below the hotel.
Dim lights, noisy music, a bustling crowd, it was simply a paradise for escape.
South Grant had just ducked inside when she bumped into someone.
Lowering her head, then raising her eyes.
Just a moment.
A meeting across lifetimes, in such a scene.
The man frowned deeply.
South Grant was panic-stricken and bewildered.
The next second, a strong arm wrapped around her waist, pinning her against the wall.
His lips were burning.
Even hotter than in her past life.
At this moment, even his breathing was scorching, quite different from the former coolness.
"Mmph..." she pushed Nathan Foster forcefully.
This life, she wanted to turn over a new leaf, starting by severing ties with Nathan Foster!
But...
Soon the large hand on her waist was replaced by something hard.
"You'd better cooperate obediently, don't force me to pull the trigger." Nathan Foster's voice was as cold as ice.
South Grant was somewhat dumbfounded.
His arms were strong and powerful, and his voice was so fierce.
If she didn't comply, South Grant had no doubt he would end her life with a bullet.
She dared not move, allowing this fiery man to act recklessly.
At this moment, a group of foreign men in black suits ran over, chasing to this point, looking around.
This place was a famous gay bar, pairs in the dim spots doing things that made people's faces flush and hearts race.
"That kid couldn't have run far, keep looking around here, can't let him escape with the goods."
These people spoke in English, which South Grant understood.
She looked at Nathan Foster in extreme astonishment.
Could it be that the person they were looking for was him?
At this moment, Nathan Foster seemed about to be consumed by the fire burning within him, everything he kissed was like a sweet spring.
Cool, sweet.
She was so soft, soft enough to make one lose oneself.
Those people had already left, but under the effects of the drug, Nathan Foster couldn't control the beast raging within his body.
The person in his arms was making muffled noises from his bites, and Nathan Foster seemed to use immense strength to push her away:
"Go, while I still have my sanity!"