How could Ariana ever live a good life winning in both her love and her career? No matter what, Ariana would end up dying here.

With an evil smile, Lynch beckoned to Ariana.

"I'll let this man go if you come back."

"Go! Don't listen to him." Theodore's pained voice came from the car.

Lynch's face hardened and he raised his arm and lowered it again, hitting the car hard with the iron bar.

The whole car started shaking, which made the blood on Theodore's forehead flow even faster.

Ariana's eyes widened. She shouted, “I'm not going anywhere. Stop."

Taking a deep breath, Lynch stopped and said to Ariana, teasingly, “Come here, then."

Ariana walked toward him step by step.

He waved the iron bar and looked Ariana up and down.

"Great, so is this man your boyfriend? You care about him so much. I didn't expect a bitch like you to have true love. But someone who has a crush on a slut like you would have to be a bad person."

Ariana looked at Lynch coldly and didn't offer any retort.

Lynch laughed complacently and patted Ariana's buttocks with the iron bar.

"So, tell me, how many men have you slept with? You look so flirtatious."

In the car, Theodore was infuriated by Lynch's insults. At that moment, he forgot to pretend to be disabled, and all he wanted to do was get out of the car and tear Lynch into pieces.

But his legs were stuck to the seats. He tried his best to break free, but as soon as he moved, he felt an immense pain in his shin and ankle.

His face dripped with sweat and blood. Staring down at his legs, he felt truly helpless for the first time in his life.

He couldn't do anything but watch as his woman was humiliated.

Was this karma? He had pretended to be disabled, so maybe he was being punished and was now injured for real.

“Why don't you say something? Are you ready to die?" Lynch sneered, becoming more and more impatient. He waved the bar again.