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 that

hand from Sophia and stroked his flushed face. Looking at

didn't know what to do. She looked out of the window in panic. The car was still on the road.

opened the door

not so many cars. It was just a minor injury

while rubbing the

had just happened was like a dream, but it was also so real and

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 beat

you get so

around, trying to get a clue of what was going on. The neon lights were dazzling, but she

who was still in anger, stared fiercely at the door

his dissatisfaction and anger turned into a fist force, slamming the front seat with a "thud", the sound of "thump".

boss perplexedly, With

willful, she should take the consequences of her willfulness. Not to mention that

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

road could be less, so that he could send Victor back to the villa as soon as possible. Everyone working for Victor knew that if the president got angry, the consequences would be

Victor arrived at his

car and get in the house. At last, Ivan had no choice but

Victor

"Home, here we are."

"What time is

about one o'clock

he took out his phone

one answered

It's late. Where is she going?' He

back the way

his words, a chill came from behind. He was

the empty street. Her tears had already dried up by the wind

arms, Sophia walked to a crossroad. She didn't know what to choose, so she had to rest

clothes had been torn up ruthlessly by Victor. It crumpled up, and her hair was messy. There were bruises on her arms and legs. At this moment, she

stopped by

and Sophia saw a familiar face

"Come on."