Evie Darling

"Olivia, it is the last time, please, will you? If you don't help me this time, I'm dead!"

In the quiet underground parking lot, a man's voice came out suddenly. His tone was anxious.

"Martin Smith, what do you take me for? I'm your girlfriend, not the escort lady outside; you trample me like this for your performance over and over again, are you still human?"

The woman's voice was crisp, but the tone was resentful, sounding excited and sad.

"Please, it is the last time, I swear, okay, Olivia? If I don't get this business, I'll probably get demoted if I don't finish this month's mission......."

The man's voices were more anxious, interspersed with the sound of the fabric of their clothes rubbing against each other.

"You let me go! Don't touch me!"

The woman's voice just came out, followed by only a 'snap', a crisp slapping sound that echoed through the parking lot, swinging a fine echo.

Wilson picked up the cigarette in his hand and took a puff. He raise his thick black eyebrows. Then, a cold smile came to his lips as he listened to the conversation between the two people behind the wall.

It was a bit strange lately that he had managed to run into quarrelsome couples every time he waited in the parking lot, and the content of each quarrel was very novel and interesting.

He absently puffed out a cigarette ring and took two steps forward, crossing the corner of the wall towards the quarrel and glancing coldly at the place.

Then he saw a tall woman in a khaki coat. With her hands trembling slightly in mid-air. Her chest rose and fell incessantly and her body trembled in anger, with her slender eyebrows furrowed.

The man across from her was wearing a black suit, with one hand covering his right face and the other gripping the sleeve of the woman's dress. With a pleading look on his face, he mumbled and pleaded, "Olivia, I'm also for our future, ah, you also know how hard this job is to come by, if I get demoted, I won't be able to afford a house next year...we...how can we still get married ah?"

The woman's chest was still heaving heavily, and she looked angry. She shrugged off the man's grip on her hand and took a step backward, "For us? For our sake, you'll let me drink with your clients and let them take advantage of me? Martin Smith, don't you take this kind of money against your conscience? Are you still a man? Do you know the last time that General manager Reed...he......."

Wilson glanced towards the woman following the voice, and he found that the undulating chest was very plump; the khaki coat narrowed the woman's waist very thin, with a pair of straight slender legs in black stockings and high heels of the same color underneath. She looked very eye pampering.

However, no matter how eye-catching a woman was, she wouldn't appear elegant and charming enough when controlled by such emotions.

Wilson shook his head, losing interest in the farce, and he retracted his head, continuing to stand behind the wall and continue waiting for his driver.

"Not this time! This time the client was the boss of Bert Real Estate Company, he was not close to women, so he would not take advantage of you, you just need...Just have a few drinks with him at the party and say something nice..."

Hearing this, Wilson suddenly froze. He inclined his head and looked at his face through the glass of the car parked in front of him, feeling very puzzled.

It was a very handsome face.