âGot it, Asher. You donât need to pick me up. Iâll drive home by myself.â
In Hatchbay, a black Maserati swiftly entered from the back gate of Yara Park after nightfall, skillfully
drifting before coming to a stop in the yard.
Drew got out of the car and hurried toward Asher, who had been waiting for him. They have not seen
each other for six months.
âAsher! I miss you!â
âMe too.â
Asher high-fived him and glanced at the tinted car window. âIs Mr.
Larson in the car?â
âYeah,â Drew sneered. âHe refused to stay put.â
âEven the most difficult person would become obedient after meeting
you.â
Asherâs gentle eyes flashed with a hint of concern. âYou didnât hurt
him, did you?â
âWhich aspect are you referring to? I didnât hurt him physically. Does
emotional harm count?â
Asher was speechless.
Drewâs face suddenly twisted in pain. âFuck! I need to pee. I need to
rush to the bathroom! Asher, wait for me!â
Before his words fell, Drew disappeared like a wisp of smoke.
Asher shook his head exasperatedly âHow did this brat spend all these years wandering outside? His
bladder is worse than before.â
After a while, Asher noticed some movement in the car, but it soon stopped. He was confused. Unable
to suppress his curiosity, he
approached the car.
When he walked to the car, it seemed the man inside had heard his
footsteps and struggled even harder
Asher narrowed his eyes and pulled the door open.
The next second, he was shocked! On the back seat, a man over six
feet tall was lying horizontally, tightly bound and gagged. His mouth
was taped, and he could only murmur in protest.
He looked angry and pitiful.
Was this man Arnold Larson?
Asher was taken aback. He quickly leaned down, supported his arm
on the seat, and tore the tape from the manâs mouth.
âUghâ¦â
Arnold panted heavily, gasping for breath. His beautiful and androgynous face was covered in a thin
layer of sweat.
His skin was soft and fair, like the finest porcelain, and his red lips
were moist. He looked even more beautiful than a woman.
However, what attracted Asher the most was the manâs delicate and
watery eyes. He looked like a frightened animal. From the depths of his eyes, Asher could see a clean
and transparent soul. No matter how long had passed, it still shook his mind and body.
Their eyes met, and it was as if time had frozen at this moment.
âHey, why were you so rough with me? You hurt my face!â Arnold
glared at Asher angrily, but his eyes were fixed on Asherâs handsome
face, unable to turn away.
âSorry,â Asher admitted his mistake.
âWhat are you waiting for? Untie me!ââ
Arnold kicked around. âMy blood circulation is cut off! Iâm going to
suffocate!â
âNo.â
âWhat?!â
âWait for my brother.â
Asher looked at him and smiled. âIf you run away, Iâm afraid I canât
catch you.â