Being interrupted, Yann was a little annoyed. He pressed me down and casually covered my body with a blanket.
Footsteps stopped not far away.
"I thought I heard that woman call him 'Yann'?"
"Damn, Yann? The one who easily bankrupted the real estate tycoon?"
"I heard that he is the biggest sponsor behind the racing events in Washington. We've invited him several times, but haven't seen him yet..."
"It's him. Look at the license plate, a six-four black Bentley. Who else could it be but him!"
"Let's go. Don't mess with him when Yann is in the mood, or you'll regret it..."
"It can't be Yelena. I heard it wrong. Let's go, Leo!"
Leo's car was out of earshot. Yann suddenly stopped, looked at me deeply, and pinched my chin.
"You're squeezing so tight. Do you regret it?" There seemed to
