Chapter 3The Billionaire's Anchor: Escaping the Heir's Obsession

It was a rainy day. I had been hospitalized with a severe stomach bug during our mandatory outdoor orientation trip and had only just moved into the dorms today. I was walking out of the school gates to find a place to eat nearby when I saw a man stumble out of a dive bar down the street.

The man's clothes were rumpled and covered in muddy footprints. His face was bloodied, and he fell to his knees, begging uncontrollably:

"I'm sorry, I was wrong! I swear I didn't know she was with you, Mr. Sterling."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have touched her even if you gave me a million bucks!"

Standing in front of him were seven or eight teenage boys. The one leading them had his eyes cast downward, ignoring the man entirely. He casually flipped open a wildly expensive Zippo lighter and lit a cigarette. The knuckles of his hands were stained with dried blood.

His features were cold and distant. Through the haze of cigarette smoke, he looked even more aloof and ruthless.

Without even glancing at the man groveling on the ground, he gave a subtle nod to the side. Two bodyguards immediately rushed forward, grabbed the man by the arms, and dragged him toward a dark alley.

The man's agonizing, blood-curdling screams echoed instantly.