He pulled her over all of a sudden and approached her as if he was about to kiss her, but he didn't.

With their noses kissing each other, their breaths were entangled and clearly audible.

Lucy's heartbeat fastened. Austin felt that, so his lips quirked up in a half-smile. "You want me so eagerly?"

"I'm just concerned about you." Lucy showed him a sweeter smile, "Failing once is harmful to your body, but twice would be a damage of your dignity. Mr. Hanks, it would be embarrassed to lose face in front of so many people, don't you think so?"

"You sharp girl. I'll give you a lesson one day." Austin narrowed his eyes and pinched her nose hard.

Until Lucy's expression turned painful he didn't loose his hands. He handed the bags to her and said, "If you don't want me to have sex with you here, just take them."

Covering her red nose, Lucy twitched her lips and finally accepted them. The man was too wild and brutal. She didn't know what he would do if he was really pissed off.

"Good girl." Austin didn't feel satisfied until now. He stuffed something into her bosom. "Tomorrow, 7:00 p.m. Room 9 at Celestial Hotel of Bristol City. Get there on time. I don't like to wait."

After saying these, he released his hand and closed the door of the car in front of her directly.

The car drove away, the brigade of bodyguards also withdrew.

Lucy was relieved, patting her chest to ease her mood. That's when she found the business card on her chest.

She took it in her hand gloomily.

The embossed pattern on the back was delicate and solemn. And the front page was brief. There were only his cell phone number and his name, Austin Hanks, on it, instead of various titles and personal introductions.

The font shaped on it was domineering and arrogant, just like him.

...

In Bristol City, one might not know the film superstar Carl Owen, but one definitely knew the young master of the Hanks Family, Austin Hanks.

His fortune was enough to support a country, and his talent and appearance were both excellent. He was powerful enough to influence the top-levels and he was well-known in the country. Too many words were appropriate to describe him.

To describe him by using the most common description, he was a figure who could affect the whole Bristol City even if he just stomped his feet.

Women who wanted to marry him were numerous. Literally, if these women were stuffed into the trucks, they were enough to circle the whole city for three times.

Flipping through the online introduction about Austin and looking at the beautiful words that the big fans wrote to praise him, Lucy felt disgusted.

They called him an elegant and cool aristocrat? Not at all! He was nothing but an overbearing beast!

Lucy couldn't stand seeing these anymore, so she shut her laptop directly.

She was alone in the living room. Her roommate Iris had gone to attend a high school reunion, saying that she wouldn't come back until the next day.

She only went to the hotel to do Iris a favor, but ran into Austin unexpectedly...

Lucy took the two bags closer glumly. She thought there was some money in it. But when she opened it, her face turned dark.

It was a woman's suit, a foreign brand of high-end limited edition. The number on the price tag almost dazzled her eyes.

There was also a set of underwear, the extra fabric-saving kind, at which she couldn't even bear to look directly. She stuffed it into the bag only after a glance and determined that she would never put it on herself no matter what.

There were several packets of hygiene pads in the other bag, different brands with different colors. She took one at random and saw the advertising slogan on it, "No worries with XXX during your heavy period."

And a list of patterns shaped in heart was followed.

Lucy was in a bad mood to see these. Austin insulted her with this cheap shot.

"Damn bastard!" Lucy scolded, putting these two bags at the bottom of her closet and promising herself not to touch them ever again.

What had happened tonight was totally an accident. The last thing she would do was to meet Austin again.

As for what he had said, the meeting at the Celestial Hotel of Bristol City at 7:00 p.m. tomorrow?

Bah! Only the fool would go there! He should go to hell!