Win Your Heart

Then, Victor left the bar unhappily with Sophia. He couldn't help thinking about Sophia's attitude to him when they were in the bar just now.

Rita stood alone at the door, her eyes red. She didn't expect that after getting out of the bar, Victor's attitude to her could be so fickle. She was so upset.

"Miss Rita, it's not safe to go home alone at this hour. Let me drive you home," said a familiar voice behind her

Jeremy walked over gently. He was just like his name, a modest gentleman.

Rita answered, turned around and got in Jeremy's car.

"What the hell do you want, Victor?"

Sophia cautiously lowered her voice and glanced at Ivan who was concentrated on driving in the front seat. Then she turned around and angrily scolded Victor who had been trying to do something to her.

They had been sitting in the car since they parted at the entrance of the bar.

The dubious relationship between Victor and Rita kept flashing in her mind. She suddenly felt a lump in her throat and shook Victor's hand off her body.

Ignoring Sophia's refusal, Victor got even more aggressive. He pulled the woman next to him and pressed on her. The stink of alcohol almost drove Victor crazy. He kissed the woman under him like a wild beast.

The smell of alcohol and the unique scent of Victor had been constantly scattered on the tip of Sophia's small nose. She closed her eyes with anguish, almost getting lost in the crazy possession of the man in front of her.

However, the moment Sophia closed her eyes, she couldn't help recalling the dubious scene that Victor hooked up with someone else. Her heart was sour, but she was unable to express it. What the hell was the relationship between her and Victor? A mere assistant had an affair with a president? Victor could make an agreement with her today that he could sign a contract with thousands of women he was interested in tomorrow!

Sophia's anger and sadness overwhelmed her. She turned her head away, and her eyes were filled with tears, which flew across her cheeks to the leather seat. She kept her eyes on the night view passing by outside the window to show her resistance.

Finally, Sophia pushed away the man with all her strength and said in a cold voice, "Mr. Victor, you never lack of women. Why do you have to be anxious in this narrow space?"

"What's wrong, bro? Are you okay?".

It was the first time that she had refused him. Was she thinking of Jeremy?

Thinking of this, Victor pressed Sophia against the corner of the seat and kept her motionless.

"You have no right to reject me!"

Suddenly, the air seemed to be frozen.

didn't expect

hand from Sophia and stroked his flushed face.

to do. She looked out

the door and jumped out of

the side of the road, so there were not so many cars. It was just

the place where she

was like a dream, but it was also

Sophia to understand that although she was just an assistant, she was at most the sleeping partner of Victor. But a boss in a night club had an affair with someone else. She got angry and even

so impulsive? Where should you go

clue of what was going on. The neon lights were dazzling,

side, Victor, who was still in anger, stared fiercely at the door that

fist force, slamming the front seat with

Ivan didn't know how to deal with it. He looked back at his boss perplexedly, With knitted brows, Victor looked arrogant. After

willful, she should take the consequences of her willfulness. Not to mention that she had turned him down again and again

of him without saying anything. The ambience in the car was now replaced

silently, hoping that the traffic lights on the road could be less, so that he could send Victor back to the villa as soon as

arrived at his villa.

to get out of the car and get in the house. At last, Ivan had

wrong?" Victor asked.

"Home, here we are."

was dark outside. "What time is it?" Victor asked in a low

one o'clock

out his phone and called

one answered

'Damn it! It's late. Where is she going?' He

the car back

Soph...." Before Ivan could finish his words, a chill came from behind. He was so scared that

walking aimlessly on the empty street. Her tears had already dried up by the wind and were imprinted on her palm

little cold in the evening. Holding her arms, Sophia walked to a crossroad. She didn't know what to choose, so

It crumpled up, and her hair was messy. There were bruises on her arms and legs.

limo stopped by

down the window and Sophia saw a familiar

"Come on."