Chapter 102

Vincent White narrowed his eyes as he studied Evelyn Sullivan. He had assumed she was just an ordinary PR representative, never expecting her to be Anna, the founder of MY Fashion Group. This revelation piqued his interest in the woman before him.

"Sign it." Vincent slammed the document onto the table, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Evelyn let out a cold laugh, her gaze icy. "In your dreams."

The smirk vanished from Vincent's face. With a subtle nod to his men, two burly henchmen stepped forward and roughly seized Evelyn's left wrist.

A sharp crack echoed as her wrist bone snapped. Pain shot through her, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, but she clenched her teeth and refused to make a sound.

"Must you make this difficult, Ms. Sullivan?" Vincent feigned sympathy with a sigh. "Sign the papers, and I'll have you taken to the hospital immediately."

Evelyn lifted her pale face, a chilling smile curling her lips. "Fine. Give me the pen."

Vincent smugly handed her the fountain pen—only to let out a bloodcurdling scream the next second. The pen had been driven deep into his left eye, blood streaming down his cheek.

"Grab her! I want her to suffer!" Vincent roared, clutching his eye.

Evelyn snatched up a chair and hurled it at the nearest thug before bolting for the warehouse exit. The drugs in her system made her limbs heavy, but sheer survival instinct fueled her desperate sprint.

"Two million! Two million to whoever catches her!" Vincent's enraged voice echoed behind her.

Outside, a dozen more henchmen stood waiting. Evelyn grabbed a wooden pole and charged into the crowd without hesitation. The pole became a weapon in her hands, felling three men before exhaustion finally overtook her.

Vincent staggered out, a gleaming dagger in his hand. His remaining eye was bloodshot, like a wounded beast.

"Mr. White, don't act rashly!" Tyler Laurier rushed to intervene. "The contract isn't signed yet!"

"Get lost!" Vincent backhanded him. "Today, I'm carving out her eyes myself!"

The dagger glinted coldly in the sunlight, inching closer to Evelyn's face. She stared back at Vincent, not a trace of fear in her eyes.

Just as the blade was about to touch her pupil, the roar of an engine cut through the air. A black SUV shot toward them like an arrow, barreling straight into the crowd!