*CHAPTER 7*

Justin stared at Jesse's face in the strip club parking lot. After contemplating for a moment, he said, "Remember the pretty woman we saw leaving the estate?"

Jesse smiled. "You mean the one who ran away when you approached her?"

Justin glared, but Jesse laughed and apologized. "Forgive me, boss."

"Jesse, how many times do I have to remind you to stop calling me 'boss'?" Justin asked, annoyed. He never liked it when Jesse tried to maintain a master-servant relationship.

"I'm sorry, Justin, but you know your father will be angry if he finds out I'm being friends with you and calling you by your first name," Jesse apologized.

"I know, and that's why I want you to call me by my name, especially when we're not at home and in public places like this. It draws less attention," Justin said.

"Okay, Justin," Jesse replied. Justin sighed. "I just seem to like that woman. I've been seeing her around, and I don't know how to approach her."

"I think you need to man up and approach her nicely. Women like her probably think you just want to sleep with them and dump them," Jesse advised.

"Hmm, but she doesn't even want to hear me out. This is the fourteenth time I've seen her," Justin said. Jesse's eyes widened.

Justin didn't care that night was approaching and his mother had been calling. He refused to answer.

"Fourteen times? Wow! I'm only seeing her for the first time," Jesse said.

"Yes, that's because you can't see how beautiful she is. You only have eyes for the road," Justin replied. Jesse smiled.

"Can we go home now, boss? I mean, Justin. It's getting late, after 10 PM," Jesse said, staring at the other cars arriving at the parking lot.

Jesse wasn't just Justin's driver; he was also his bodyguard, ready to fight anyone who harassed Justin.

"Hmm... okay..." Justin replied, frowning. He knew he had no choice but to go home.

Justin got into his car, and Jesse started the engine and drove out of the club.

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Arriving at the estate gate, Justin's red car drove onto the street, which was slightly dark, lit only by streetlights.

The security guards welcomed them after checking the car. They allowed Jesse to drive through, even though they knew Justin's father owned the estate.

They still had to do their job. Mr. Emerson Robert owned the estate and many others in Lemon-hill town.

Justin kept his eyes on the road, staring out the window at the beautiful street leading to his father's mansion.

Suddenly, a woman in a light blue dress rushed towards his car, like she was being chased.

"Excuse me, sir... please wait!" Olima's voice cracked, startling Justin.

Justin squinted, as Jesse drove past her.

The surroundings were dark, with only the streetlights shining.

Justin couldn't see her face properly. Jesse cursed. "Damn it! Who was that idiot?"

Jesse steered the car past her, not wanting to stop, in case it was a setup for an attack.

But as Jesse sped up, Justin caught sight of the woman's face and immediately ordered Jesse to stop.

"Stop the car!" Justin repeated. Jesse was taken aback. He slowed down and stared at Justin.

"Boss, I mean, Justin, you want me to stop here?" Jesse asked, worried. He saw Justin staring at the woman, who stood helplessly, hoping they would help her.

"Boss, we can't trust her. What if she's a witch or..." Before Jesse could finish, Justin pushed his door open and rushed to meet the woman.

"Boss!" Jesse called, but Justin ran ahead, making Jesse curse. "Damn it! Who the hell was that woman?"

Jesse drove the car backward to keep up with Justin, instead of getting out.

Justin ran to meet the woman in the light blue dress.

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Olima saw the red car drive past her after she tried to stop it. She saw it stop ahead, giving her hope. She stared, hoping they would help her get to the estate gate.

Then, she saw a familiar figure step out of the car. She recognized him as the man who had approached her earlier.

Olima ran again. Justin screamed after her, "Wait!"

Olima didn't want to stop. She'd seen how Justin's eyes had shamelessly raked over her body, and she knew he was worse than the other men who had tried to stop her.

Olima ran, but she stumbled and fell, allowing Justin to catch up. He approached her as she lay on the ground, breathing heavily.

"Wow... that was an intense warm-up exercise, miss," Justin said, meeting her gaze.

He rested his hands on his knees, bending over her.

Olima was scared. The man crouching in front of her looked breathtakingly handsome, more so than any man she'd ever seen. Even in the dark, she could see his well-shaped hair, trimmed beard, and perfect face.

Justin was trying to catch his breath. "What are you doing out here at this hour?" he asked.

Justin stared at Olima, who looked helpless, lying on the ground in her almost transparent nightgown.

"Please... stay away from me," Olima begged, shivering, scared of being ráped.

"I won't hurt you. Come with me, it's too late to be out here alone," Justin replied, extending his hand to help her up.

Olima was scared, but she took Justin's hand and stood up.

Justin felt a jolt of electricity when he touched her hand. He held it tightly, not wanting her to run again.

Olima was breathing heavily. Justin's eyes searched her body as Jesse drove the car back to them.

Justin's fist clenched when he saw that Olima looked hurt. "What happened to you?" he asked.

Justin couldn't believe his eyes. Olima's face was swollen. The last time he saw her, her face was smooth. Now, she looked like someone had beaten her.

"Tell me, what's wrong? Who slapped you?" Justin asked, wanting to avenge her. Olima burst into tears in his arms.