Chapter 2: Annie Davis

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"Say that again!" Rosalie shot Oliver a sharp look. "You haven't paid yet," Oliver said, standing his ground. He'd just helped her fulfill her dream. She had enjoyed her womanhood. Rosalie finally realized she hadn't misheard. Oliver was asking her for money. Gritting her teeth, she grabbed her bag from the bedside, pulled out her wallet, and tossed two hundred bucks onto Oliver. Then Rosalie got up to leave. In her mind, Jamora was big enough that she wouldn't run into Oliver again. No one would ever know about her lost chastity. She figured the two hundred bucks could count as her service fee. Oliver stood there holding the two hundred bucks, totally stunned. Something was off. Weren't they supposed to agree on paying ten thousand? How did it end up being just two hundred? "Wait," Oliver called out. Rosalie stopped and turned back, her voice icy. "What, not enough for you? I'm telling you, that's all the cash I've got. Don't push your luck." "It's not that," Oliver replied, "I just wanted to get your contact information." "You think there's going to be a next time?" Rosalie couldn't believe this guy was already thinking about round two. She was fuming. Rosalie let out a cold laugh. "I'm telling you, this is a one-night stand. We won't meet again." With that, she turned, opened the door, and strode out. She'd barely taken a few steps when her legs wobbled and she almost fell. Eventually, she left. Oliver sighed softly. He honestly didn't mean anything else. He just wanted to warn her that she looked like she had bad luck. But she was already gone. Just then, Oliver's phone rang. It was an unknown number. "Hey there, handsome! I've been waiting for you forever. Why aren't you here yet?" a sweet voice chimed as soon as he answered. Oliver froze for a second, then replied, "Hang on, I'm almost there." "Okay, hurry up. I can't wait any longer." Oliver hung up and blocked the number. After everything, this had to be a scam. But a minute later, his phone rang again. Oliver picked up and said, "Look, lady, I'm not interested. Go bother someone else." "Oliver?" A deep, middle-aged man's voice came through. Oliver was surprised. "Who is this?" "It's me, James Watson," the man chuckled warmly. Oliver snapped back to reality. "Mr. James?" James Watson was the guy his mentor had told him to look after. James said over the phone, "Oliver, I'm sorry. I was on a business trip the other day and forgot about you." "No problem, Mr. James. I just got here, too," Oliver replied. "That's good to hear. So, where are you? I'll come pick you up." Oliver told him he was at the Crystal Inn, hung up, grabbed his bag, and headed out. Since it would take James some time to get there, Oliver decided to grab a bite to eat. He was starving. Out on the street, he spotted an eatery across the road. Without hesitating, Oliver dashed over. Beep! Beep! Suddenly, a black Porsche came barreling toward him. Oliver saw it coming, narrowed his eyes, and dodged out of the way in a flash. Screech! The Porsche zoomed past where Oliver had just been standing, leaving deep black skid marks on the pavement. Oliver was now ten meters away, but he wasn't pleased. If he hadn't moved so fast, he would have been hit. The Porsche screeched to a stop, and the driver's door flew open. A woman stormed out, fuming. She had a long black ponytail and sharp features, with a fierce energy. She wore black leather pants, her athletic figure making her look sleek, powerful, and wild. She marched up to Oliver, her eyes blazing. "Hey, you didn't hit me, so I'm good," Oliver said, trying to smooth things over. He just wanted to get some food. But the woman with the ponytail just sneered, "You're fine, but I'm not." "What do you mean?" Oliver asked, puzzled. The woman explained, "I was driving down the main road when you suddenly dashed out, scaring us. My dad is still in the car." "You should know, your little stunt just now frightened him!" Annie Davis was tough and bossy. She'd only been driving so fast because of her father. Her father was seriously ill, and no doctor could figure it out. Finally, they got a lead on the most famous healer in Jamora, thanks to one of her father's friends, and rushed over to find him. Running into Oliver had delayed them, and she was pissed. She was determined to make him pay for it. Oliver, realizing how aggressive she was being, started to get annoyed. "You were the one speeding, almost ran me over, and it's my fault?" Oliver couldn't help but laugh in disbelief. Annie glared at him and said, "I'm giving you one shot. Get on your knees and apologize, or deal with the consequences." Oliver shot back, "I'd like to see you try." "You've got a death wish!" Annie's face turned cold as she suddenly threw a punch at Oliver. Annie had been trained in martial arts by her grandfather since childhood. The Davis family was prominent in Jamora, with assets in the billions and significant influence in both the underworld and legitimate circles. Annie had ample resources and conditions, and though she was a woman, her martial skills surpassed her peers, making her a standout. Her punch could leave a mark on a tree. In her eyes, Oliver was just a bumpkin, weak and fragile, and her punch would send him flying. She wouldn't kill him, but she would definitely teach him a lesson. In a split second, Annie's fist was about to hit Oliver's face, but suddenly, her expression changed. Her punch felt like it hit a brick wall. She couldn't move it forward at all. "What the..." Annie's eyes went wide in shock.

Chapter 2: Annie Davis

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