The Passenger Seat Chapter 2

Thud.

My knees crashed hard against the paved road.

The surroundings fell dead silent.

Everyone stared at me in absolute disbelief.

Even the cold-faced bodyguard furrowed his brow slightly.

Tiffany froze for a second before letting out a piercing, shrill laugh.

"Oh wow, she actually kneeled."

"Guess this little bastard is pretty important to you."

She deliberately thrust her foot forward, her shoe tip nearly pressing against my chin.

"Lick it."

"Make sure it's clean. These shoes were custom-made for me in Paris by Mr. Sterling himself. If you ruin them, you can't afford the replacement."

I lowered my head, staring at the dust-covered red stiletto.

Dignity was worth absolutely nothing in this moment.

As long as it saved Leo, I would gladly die.

I closed my eyes and leaned slowly forward.

Just as my lips were about to brush the leather—

Tiffany suddenly kicked upward.

The sharp heel slammed viciously into my shoulder.

Before I could react, I was knocked backward, hitting the ground hard.

"Hahahaha!"

Tiffany laughed uncontrollably, holding up her phone to record me.

"Now that's a good dog."

"Chat, you guys won't believe this. Ran into a scammer today, willing to throw away all her dignity just to extort cash."

Ignoring the searing pain in my shoulder, I scrambled up and knelt down once more.

"I did it. Can the ambulance come through now?"

Tiffany tucked her phone away and pouted.

"Sorry, I changed my mind. I don't want you to lick it anymore."

"It's too disgusting."

"You can just keep waiting for the lawyers."

I completely lost my mind.

"You monster!"

I lunged upward, throwing myself at her like a mother lion protecting her cub.

I locked my hands around her neck, pinning her against the hood of the Porsche.

"Let them in! Save my son!"

Tiffany shrieked in absolute terror.

"Murder! Help!"

Two bodyguards rushed forward instantly, grabbing my arms in a vice grip.

With a violent heave, they hoisted me completely into the air.

"Let me go! You murderers!"

I kicked my legs out wildly.

The lead bodyguard stepped up, his gaze glacial.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes."

He raised a hard leather-soled shoe and brought it down with crushing force onto my right knee.

A crisp crack echoed.

Agony instantly shattered my nervous system.

I let out a shriek, collapsing onto the ground like a broken doll.

My right leg bent at a sickening, unnatural angle.

Cold sweat soaked through my clothes instantly.

Tiffany rubbed her neck, stalked over, and slapped me hard across the face.

"Bitch! Don't you dare touch me!"

"Beat her! Beat her to death, I'll take the blame!"

Right then, a violent commotion erupted at the edge of the crowd.

"Ram them! Damn it, I'll take responsibility if anything happens!"

A heavy-duty cargo truck suddenly roared to life, plowing straight into the black town cars blocking the street.

Crash!

The massive impact blasted a wide gap through the blockade.

The burly truck driver leaped out of the cab, brandishing a massive wrench.

"Even if I go to prison today, I won't watch you animals kill a kid!"

The crowd completely erupted.

Dozens of pedestrians swarmed forward, using their bodies to break the bodyguards' line.

"Hurry! Get the medics in!"

Paramedics sprinted in with their emergency kits.

They slapped an oxygen mask onto Leo and loaded him onto a gurney.

"The boy has lost too much blood, his pupils are starting to dilate! He needs surgery immediately!"

Dragging my broken leg, I dragged myself across the pavement, clutching the edge of the gurney.

"Doctor, save him... please..."

The paramedic, with red eyes, helped me climb into the ambulance.

The moment the doors slammed shut, I saw Tiffany furiously dialing her phone in a rage.

"Mr. Sterling! They beat me up! And they took that little bastard to St. Jude Medical Center!"

"You have to get revenge for me!"

The deep, ruthless voice of Victor Sterling came through the speakerphone, ringing clearly in my ears.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

"St. Jude Medical Center is wholly owned by Sterling Enterprises."

"I promise you, no doctor in that city will dare lift a scalpel today."