Chapter 6 Dump Me? How Audacious!

• “Ow…” When Arielle regained consciousness, she was alone in the car. The evening gown she initially wore was strewn aside and even ripped in places, making the passionate encounter that transpired earlier painfully evident. What did I do just now? It wasn’t me who ripped the evening gown, yes? How could I have had so much strength?
• As soon as she tried to sit up, a wave of excruciating pain assaulted her, making her brows knit together tightly. At the same time, her fragmented memories gradually came into focus. I… I was sitting on Ziven Meyer’s lap earlier, stripping his shirt, unfastening his belt, and even... tugging off his pants… Oh my God! I actually forced myself on the man who’s idolized by all women in Baylin and has a godlike existence, Young Master Ziven!
• But something seems amiss. Why do I appear so wretched now? It seems more like I was the victim here. “It hurts like hell!” Only after she’d conscientiously wrapped the men’s jacket around herself did she sit up and peek out the window.
• A near distance away stood Ziven’s tall figure against the wind as Yoel reported something or other to him. Despite it literally having been a lifetime when she last saw it, Arielle’s heart still skipped a beat when she glimpsed his perfect and flawless back. Pressing a hand against her heart, she bit her lower lip. I can’t fall for this man again, for he doesn’t have a heart!
• No matter how much I pursued him and sacrificed myself, going all out in my previous life, he was still as cold as a block of ice that would never melt. It’s not me who can’t open his heart, but no woman in this world can ever accomplish that. Thus, I don’t want a repeat of that tragedy in this lifetime! After buttoning the buttons on the jacket, she carefully climbed into the driver’s seat in front.
• A short distance away from the car, Yoel hung up the phone. Then, he instantly gave a report to Ziven deferentially. “Young Master Ziven, everyone is still waiting at the hotel. Are we going back now and continuing with the engagement party?” Considering Young Master Ziven’s status in Baylin, which guest would dare leave without his say-so? Rather, even if they were asked to wait until dawn, they’d be more than willing to do so since no one would dare offend the top figure in Baylin, the president of Century Group, Young Master Ziven Meyer.
• Ziven said nothing, his enigmatic eyes fixed on the sea in the distance, his profound and unfathomable gaze making his thoughts inscrutable.
• Although he kept mum, Yoel didn’t dare bother him, merely waiting silently at the side.
• After an interminable time, Ziven finally retracted his gaze and whirled around to stride toward the car. “Yes.” After such a long time, that girl has probably recovered. Grandma wants this engagement, so it’ll never change no matter what happens.
• Yoel trailed behind him. Afraid that the soon-to-be Young Mistress Meyer was still… unpresentable, he didn’t dare approach first. But… But what… What is this I’m seeing?
• With a vroom, the car was actually being driven away, right in front of them!
• Incredulity flooded Yoel, and he was stunned as though he’d been hit by a bolt of lightning. As he stared at the car that was fast disappearing, he was in a state of bewilderment. If my heart weren’t strong enough, soon-to-be Young Mistress Meyer would have certainly given me a heart attack! First, she threatened Young Master Ziven with a razor, then she straddled him and kissed him by force before stripping his shirt, tugging off his pants, and forcing… ahem… herself onto him! But later, Young Master Ziven naturally turned the tables on her. After all, how could he allow himself to be the victim when he’s the high and mighty Young Master Ziven Meyer?
• However, Young Mistress Meyer took off in the car after taking advantage of him. Does this mean that Young Master Ziven… has been dumped? Ah, how pitiful! In reality, Yoel was lamenting his situation. Young Master Ziven will definitely be livid that she dumped him. In this case, will I still make it out with my life?
• At this time, a clap of thunder rang above his head followed by a flash of lightning. All of a sudden, the skies opened. Yoel’s knees buckled, and he almost fell to his knees in supplication. God, please spare me! “Y-Young Master Ziven, I-I call someone to come and d-drive you back right away—”
• “Scram!” The rain drenched Ziven’s short hair, and his messy bangs fell onto his face. However, it didn’t detract from his handsomeness the slightest bit. Rather, it added a touch of roguish allure to him. But at this moment, he radiated a chilly air from head to toe, a whoosh of fury setting his usually calm and unruffled countenance ablaze. She threatened me, forced herself on me, used me, and now, she even dared to dump me! Well done. Very well done! How audacious of you, Arielle Grace!