He... he actually dared to do that!
Yes, James Horne was even more insidious and unpredictable than Glades Horne. He harbored a grudge against me, so how could he possibly miss this chance to strike me down?
She retreated step by step as they relentlessly advanced.
Before she knew it, she was forced to the side of the road.
The men were utterly brutal; no matter how she struggled, cried, and pleaded, it was all in vain.
Heaven wants to destroy me, Orlando Evans!
Orlando Evans watched in despair as tears finally trailed slowly down her cheeks. Her face was, in fact, still somewhat swollen, just not as severely as the previous night. It had recovered a touch of its former charm and beauty, which was how the men had recognized her.
This highway led to Sky Garden. Cars still passed by occasionally, but none stopped to rescue her. In such situations, most people only offered sympathy; while there were still those who would bravely step up for justice, not everyone was one of them. She cried until her voice was hoarse, but no one stopped their car to help.
Is my life going to be ruined?
Glades Horne, you are truly cruel!
James Horne, you are the cruelest!
All of you from the Horne family are cruel!
Shocked, terrified, and despairing, Orlando Evans knew the agonizing moment was imminent. Her tears streamed like a torrent as she shook her head incessantly, her eyes pleading with those men.
A sudden shout erupted, and then she saw a man rushing over.
The familiar voice snapped Orlando Evans back to her senses; it was Othiel Evans's voice.
"Sis, run! Get in my car!" Othiel Evans, outnumbered, fought with the men as they scrambled back to their feet, shouting at Orlando Evans.
Orlando Evans immediately bolted towards the highway.
Fortunately, they were at the roadside, and with just a few steps, she was on the highway itself.
She quickly scrambled into Othiel Evans's car, frantically started the engine, and got the car moving. Then, she opened the car door and shouted to Othiel Evans, "Alland, quick, get in!"
Othiel Evans, accustomed to brawls and quite skilled in martial arts, managed to push the men back a few steps before he too took off running. In a few strides, he reached the car and dove inside. Thɪs chapter is updatᴇd by 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵✶𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮✶𝓷𝓮𝓽
Orlando Evans slammed her foot on the accelerator, and the car shot off like an arrow loosed from a bow, vanishing before the men's eyes.
She floored the accelerator, the car speeding along the highway.
I don't know how far I've driven, or where I'm going. She just kept driving along the highway, on and on. By the time her awareness fully returned, she realized she had driven out of the City District and onto a winding mountain road in the outskirts. This road led to a large tourist mountain, and the sharply winding mountain road was the only way to reach it.
The mountain road was flanked by high, steep slopes that were practically cliffs. If one's driving skills weren't good, a single misstep could send the car tumbling down, leaving no hope of finding even intact remains.
Pulling the car to a stop, Orlando Evans turned and threw herself into Othiel Evans's arms, bursting into tears.
This cousin of mine... I used to detest him, disliked him the most. He was always trying to get his hands on me, calling me 'Sis' to my face while secretly wanting to make me his nth conquest. In the past, to stay in my aunt and uncle's good graces, I had always put up with his vulgar behavior, maintaining a facade of a loving sibling relationship.
But now, I'm clutching onto him as if he's my only lifeline.
I have nothing left. Othiel Evans is the sole heir of this generation of the Evans Family. He's destined to inherit his father's company and control the Evans Family's fortune of nearly one hundred million. As long as Othiel still acknowledges me as his sister, perhaps my fate won't be too miserable.
"It's okay now." Othiel Evans was overjoyed that she had thrown herself into his arms.
Previously, I was held back by our supposed sibling relationship. But now I know we're not siblings at all; there's no blood tie between us. She was just an unwanted child bought by my paternal uncle and aunt. Since we're not siblings, I naturally don't want to miss this chance to make her mine.
He had been watching her ever since she appeared at the doorstep of his family's villa.
His father, to protect himself, had refused to see her, severed all ties, and ordered the servant to drive her away.
Othiel had followed, originally intending to abduct her. When he saw her being harassed, he intervened—not out of any noble, chivalrous spirit, but because he didn't want anyone else touching his prey first.
He had, of course, also seen those photos circulating wildly online.
"Othiel Evans, what are you doing?" Have I escaped the tiger's den only to fall into the wolf's lair?
"Orlando Evans, no, you shouldn't be called Orlando Evans anymore. You are no longer my sister. What is your biological father's surname? How about I help you change your name back to it?"