Chapter 147

• Ella’s POV
• “Why would you wanna run over someone that beautiful?” the thug beside me muttered, his voice laced with sleaze as his eyes fixated on the mysterious woman ahead. “She might be useful... in other ways,” he added with a sick grin, licking his lips in a way that made my skin crawl.
• The others chuckled in agreement—gross, mindless laughter with no trace of decency. The driver and the perverted one beside me exchanged a nod and stepped out of the vehicle, slamming the doors behind them. My heart pounded as I watched them swagger toward the woman with the golden hair, calling out lewd suggestions and crude remarks as if she were some kind of roadside prize.