FIFTY TWO

"Stay away from me, and don't make a fuss!"

Unexpectedly, Lorenzo suddenly pushed Krystal's jaw hard back until the woman's back hit the passenger seat hard. Krystal's moans and her indistinct curses sounded intertwined as she felt a pain run up her spine. And when she was about to voice her protest for the umpteenth time, Lorenzo immediately stepped on the gas pedal so hard that Krystal again had to hold back her annoyance because her body was flung backwards.

“You are bastard man!” Krystal cursed angrily. She then grabbed the seat belt beside her and began to fasten the seat belt to protect her body from unwanted things because she did not believe in the way Lorenzo was driving, which she judged rude.

"What do you really want from me? Why did you have to go to the trouble of kidnapping me and making me look pathetic like this?”

Silence. Lorenzo had absolutely no intention of answering the question asked by Krystal because right now his brain was also wandering somewhere. But Lor