My dear lawyer

Chapter 300 Get out of the Car

Vivian raised her head at once and gazed at him with tear-filled eyes. She answered seriously, “Yes.

William, I don’t want to have anything to do with you.”

“Stop the car,” William suddenly yelled, flickering over her face with dark eyes.

Facing a dilemma, the driver said, “Mr. William, we’re on the elevated highway now...”

Wasn’t it dangerous to stop now?

“Stop!” His voice was colder.

The driver didn’t dare to defy and pulled over. Vivian bit her lips slightly, opened the door with her tied

hands, and got out of the car calmly without looking back at William.

The moment the door was slammed shut, the car zoomed away without stopping for a second.

Vivian sneered at herself. Wasn’t it what she wanted? Why did her heart hurt as if being soaked in the

rain, when she finally got off the car?

Vivian was right in the middle of the highway, unable to see the ends. The passing cars galloped and

brought fierce gales, making her skirt fly in the air.

Hands wrapped with William’s tie, Vivian walked carefully on the curb, trying to ignore those weird

gazes and whistles.

Seeing a woman with a wonderful figure walking on the highway with a dark tie wrapped around her

wrists, many drivers got some sordid thoughts.

Many lascivious men slowed down deliberately and tried to start up a conversation. “Hey, beauty, do

you need a ride?”

Vivian accelerated her footsteps and bent her head in silence.

The horns and roars of vehicles behind urged the man to speed up. Her indifference irritated him. The

driver cursed, stepped on the accelerator, and zoomed away, causing a puff of dust.

“Fuck. You’re just an abandoned whore. Pretend to be noble? Bah.”

Vivian frowned slightly and coughed several times after being choked by the dust. She kept moving

forward.

Under the scorching sun, Vivian walked for a while in sweat. Her scattered hair on the forehead stuck

to her skin. However, she still dragged her legs forward, as if she was numb.

Vivian almost burst into tears several times but tried to still hold back the tears. She also wanted to call,

not wanting to be a laughing stock. However, her hands were tied, so she was unable to take out her

phone.

“See? That’s the man you loved for four years. As long as you offend him, he wouldn’t show any

mercy.”

What he like was her appearance, but the inner beauty hiding under the skin.

The man she loved was an unreachable mountain, a running river, an untouchable white cloud. She

was the silliest woman in the world.

As she walked, Vivian seemed to recall something hilarious and burst into gales of laughter. Shoulders

shaking uncontrollably, hands covering her belly, she squatted down.

On this elevated highway with endless traffic, there was only one endless road and a pathetic woman.

Her tears fell down uncontrollably.

Vivian, you were as pathetic as a dog.

After a long while, Vivian finally restored her equilibrium. She stepped on the 8 cm high-heel shoe and

walked on the road, and some drivers honked at her occasionally.

However, she just kept moving forward, not pausing for anyone.

The blisters on her feet made her painful. But the physical pain wasn’t as excruciating as the pain in

her heart. She walked on unconsciously.

Suddenly, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of her and blocked her way. As long as the driver

moved one inch forward, the car would definitely overturn and be destroyed, taking away the

passengers’ life.

Vivian wondered who was so brave and confident to pull over on such a dangerous road.

Soon, the door opened. The one who got off first was a lean man in a black suit and white gloves. He

stood by the car, opened the rear door respectfully, and said to Vivian, “Miss Vivian, please.”

“Not interested.” A glimmer of vigilance flashed in her eyes. She wouldn’t think William was soft-

hearted and sent someone to pick her up. Since he knew her name and pretended to be so mysterious,

they must be up to something unspeakable.

“Miss Vivian, please don’t put us on the spot.” The lean man stood in front with an impassive look and

blocked her way.

His meaning was obvious--she must get into the car.

“Get out of my way,” Vivian ordered coldly.

The man didn’t dare to touch her. Thus he waited for the order of the man in the car.

A slight sigh came out of the dark backseat of the car. A magnetic male voice came out. “Miss Vivian,

why do you refuse my kindness?”

“Daniel!” Vivian remembered his voice. Every time she thought of him, she gritted her teeth with hatred.

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Hearing Vivian call the name of his boss bluntly, the lean man couldn’t help but glance at her. Someone

did dare to call the name of their boss in this city. She was apparently courting death.

However, he didn’t hear the roars of rage as he expected. The mood of his boss was unpredictable.

A slight unnoticeable joy hid in Daniel’s tone. “I didn’t expect that Miss Vivian could remember my

name. It’s indeed my honor. May I give you a ride?”

“No.” Vivian knew she was too weak to fight against Daniel. Of course, she couldn’t kick against the

pricks. However, it didn’t mean that she would be set up by him.

Daniel said with pity, “Miss Vivian, you don’t need to be hostile to me. I’m sorry for what happened last

time. I’ll give you satisfactory explanation.”

“What is it?” Vivian frowned. She had no idea what he was talking about. Besides, their relationship

wasn’t close enough to let him, a celebrated figure, condescend to invite her for a ride.

Although she paid less attention to the city trends, it didn’t mean that she hadn’t heard of Daniel.

Cars jammed on the highway right now, but no one dared to complain. They knew whom the license

plate in front of the car belonged to.

Daniel paused, raised his mouth corners, and said meaningfully, “It turns out he didn’t tell you.”

Vivian kept silent, knowing that “he” meant William. However, she wasn’t interested in what William

didn’t explain to her.

“Mr. Daniel, isn’t it somewhat terrible to be so bossy? The drivers are waiting for you to make way.”

Did the rich like to play with privileges to show his unique identity?