Chapter 20: Arrogance in the Dead of Night

Nan Zhi had no mind to admire the man's tall, striking figure or his unnervingly handsome face; an ominous premonition was rising within her. Even though she had learned taekwondo after giving birth, she knew she could never be a match for this man—the strength he had displayed forcibly holding her in the private room was etched clearly in her memory.

All the more so considering he was accompanied by more than a dozen burly bodyguards dressed in black.

If she couldn't win, then escape was certainly the best of all strategies.

Nan Zhi pulled her gaze away from the man's brooding, darkly alluring face, turned, and hurried toward the lobby of the club.

Mu Sihan watched her flee from him as if he were a deadly plague, his tongue pressing against his cheek as he let slip a sly, enigmatic smile.

Even without glancing back, Nan Zhi could feel the chilling, predatory stare landing on her—a gaze so cold and deep it sent shivers down her spine. It was like being hunted in a shadowy forest by some fierce beast.

Her scalp tingling, Nan Zhi quickened her pace.

Luxury cars were parked outside the club. Yanran had driven her car here earlier, and taxis were rare in this area. Nan Zhi walked a short distance, pulled out her phone, and called for a ride using an app.

She glanced back at the brightly lit club, hiding her slender figure in the darkness. The ride would arrive in twenty minutes. She could only hope that in those twenty minutes, the young master would not discover her.

But less than five minutes later, her hope was dashed.

Half a dozen black Rolls-Royce Phantoms swept toward her with overwhelming force, arrogant and wild in the night, heedless of anything in their path. The lead car switched on its headlights, illuminating Nan Zhi, who was concealed behind a large tree.

The rest of the cars quickly formed a semicircle, completely hemming her in.

Nan Zhi couldn't help but roll her eyes heavenward in exasperated resentment.

Did fate truly mean to destroy her?

The door of the Rolls-Royce at the center opened, and a tall, imposing figure stepped out.

On either side stood immaculately dressed bodyguards in black, exuding a hint of the underworld.

The man who alighted from the car didn't approach. Instead, he leaned insolently against the car door, a cigar held between his lips. One of the bodyguards respectfully lit it for him.

He said nothing, simply exhaling clouds of smoke as he fixed his gaze on her behind the tree.

His powerful aura was so intense that, even from a distance, Nan Zhi felt suffocated by the pressure.

Stomping her foot, she tried to ignore him and walk away, but as soon as she took a step, his voice, cold and devoid of warmth, rang out: "Do you really think you can get away?"

Arrogant. Wild. Powerful.

Aloof.

He seemed every bit a monarch capable of ruling all.

Forcing herself to hold her ground, Nan Zhi approached him, feigning composure as she spoke, "Young master, I truly meant no offense. In the private room, I struggled to get free, but you insisted on holding me. If something got on your trousers, it's not entirely my fault, is it?"

"Get in the car." He seemed unwilling to waste words, delivering the order with concise authority.

He climbed in first. The bodyguards and driver remained outside, making it clear that unless she got in, none of them would leave.

Nan Zhi had no idea what he wanted with her, but given her current condition, surely he wouldn't do anything truly depraved? Besides, with his looks, aura, and status, he surely had no shortage of women to warm his bed.

Though she was still uncertain of his intentions, Nan Zhi knew that trying to run was unwise. Perhaps it was better to get in the car and reason with him.

Even if, judging from his demeanor, he didn't seem the type to listen to reason.