Chapter 45：Send Food to Ronan

He's the high and mighty CEO of ZenithVentures!

How could he stand here for hours waiting for her to come back, acting like a fool, and trying to catch her in the act?

Ronan's refined features contorted in anger, his cold laughter: "You're not coming out, huh? Good!"

With that, he went mad, raising his fist and fiercely smashing it against the car window.

A loud "bang" reverberated, the car window shook, and cracks quickly appeared.

Seeing Ronan's injured fist, Lyra was startled. She immediately opened the car door.

Ronan instantly yanked the door open and dragged Lyra out.

"You still dare to come out?" Ronan gritted his teeth.

Her hand was gripped tightly, causing Lyra some pain. She couldn't help but take a step back: "Ronan, let go, you're hurting me."

Ronan was furious. Instead of letting go, he tightened his grip even more, almost dragging her towards the Emperor's Palace.

Torin, inside the car, couldn't stay put. A hint of severity tainted his gentle face.

"Ronan, let her go!"