Chapter 9 Chapter 9: "I won't have a daughter like her in the future!" Connie hissed, but Aunt Carter remained silent. Ryan roared, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I didn't want to be his daughter. I felt a strange satisfaction at seeing Ryan and his family in such a sorry state, even though the corner of my mouth was bleeding. When I looked up, I suddenly noticed Herbert sitting quietly in his seat, staring at me with his dark eyes. His gaze was indifferent, but it pierced through me like a needle. I lifted my chin toward him and rolled my eyes, then turned quickly and walked away. The spring breeze was still a bit chilly, and the clothes I was wearing felt too thin for the weather. I didn't manage to catch a taxi after walking for quite some time. The cold wind hit my burning face, and despite my usual strength, I couldn't help but cry. But I didn't regret it. If I could teach those people a lesson, I'd be happy-even if it meant getting beaten. Just as my foot ached from the high heels, a black Bentley suddenly stopped in front of me. I looked up and saw the handsome face in the car window. My lips parted in surprise, because the face belonged to Herbert. "Get in the car!" he ordered. I hated his commanding tone. It wasn't working hours anymore, so I didn't feel the need to obey him. And what had just happened certainly wasn't something to be proud of. Herbert had witnessed the whole thing, and I still hadn't figured out how to face him. So, I had no intention of getting in the car. "It's very difficult to get a taxi here," he added. Lаtєst chαptєrs in glovls.ｃοm I didn't want to hear his voice anymore, so I turned to leave. However, after walking only a short distance, I heard someone behind me shout, "I heard that several cases of rape and murder of women have happened in this area recently. The murderer hasn't been caught yet. The police suspect he's a resident nearby." I looked up at the darkening street, and the sound of the wind rustling the leaves felt ominous. Despite my dislike for Herbert and my pride, I knew I had to think about my safety. In the next moment, I turned around, opened the car door, and quickly got into the passenger seat, fastening my seatbelt. I didn't look at Herbert's expression during the entire process. The car started. The interior was quiet. I touched my aching cheek, feeling embarrassed. I was an adult, yet I had just been slapped by Ryan! I didn't say a word during the drive. Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of my building. "Thank you, Mr. Wharton," I said, unfastening my seatbelt. I had to thank him, after all-he had brought me all the way to my door. Herbert replied, "You don't need to thank me. After all, you're an employee of the company. If anything were to happen to you, the company would cover part of the cost." His words instantly made me angry. How could a boss talk about his employees like that? "Mr. Wharton, don't worry. I'll definitely live to be a hundred years old. You should keep the money for yourself!" I snapped. . . . Five-year-old Annie, who can understand animals, saved Landon Hawthorne, a wealthy businessman, from suicide. Now she's his whole world and he's her legal cheat-code against every villain fate throws ...