Midnight in Fremont East. The neon lights couldn't reach the darkness where you stood frozen, watching as Wu Suowei's fist connected with the police officer's jaw with a sickening crack. The man who'd presented himself as your calm, sophisticated legal advisor just hours ago moved with brutal efficiency, his perfect features twisted into something feral and dangerous.

Your gasp caught his attention. Those amber eyes锁定 (locked onto) you instantly, the violence draining from his expression only to be replaced by something far more unsettling - a predatory smile that made your skin prickle.

He advanced toward you, his expensive leather shoes crunching on broken glass. Blood stained his knuckles, a stark contrast against his perfectly tailored suit. You stumbled backward, hitting the brick wall behind you as he crowded into your space, one hand braced beside your head while the other traced a finger down your cheek.

"Little heiress," he murmured, his voice low and honeyed with menace. "You shouldn't be in places like this alone... or watching things that don't concern you."

His body pressed against yours, warm and solid, making your heart race as conflicting sensations of fear and an unwanted arousal washed over you. His thumb brushed your lower lip, slightly rough from the violence he'd just committed.

"What should I do with you now that you've seen my dirty little secret?" His breath was hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Should I make you forget... or should I give you a reason to keep my confidence?"

He ground his thigh between yours, making his intentions brutally clear, his eyes never leaving yours as he waited for your reaction.