The Billionaire’s Nerdy Secretary

Chapter 7:

Glancing back, she noticed the three men had paused, perhaps discussing. Jayce asked, “Why?”

Evelyn, tense and not hearing clearly at first, repeated, “Mr. Smith, open the door, let me in!”

Jayce glanced at her, suspicious and indifferent, finally making Evelyn realize the situation. Hesitantly, she said, “Mr. Smith?”

Jayce looked at her. The rain intensified, and her eyes showed confusion, appearing purer than usual. Her small, pale face looked like a child’s, innocent and pitiful. Jayce smiled without expression. “Why should I help you?” He paused, then coldly said, “I hate two types of people: those who scheme against me and those who disobey me!”

Looking ahead, he drummed the steering wheel. “Which one are you?”

Evelyn paused, carefully observing him, now hard and cold, different from his sunny demeanor. In the darkness, monsters didn’t need to hide. She cursed him inwardly as immature but quickly said, “Mr. Smith, it was my fault last time. I didn’t think it through, and I’m sorry. Starting tomorrow, I’ll come to your house to cook on time, three meals a day. Mr. Smith…” Seeing the men approaching, she pleaded, “Mr. Smith, help me, let me in!”

Jayce suddenly let go of the wheel. Evelyn, expectant, saw his hand move past the dashboard and grab the handbrake.

Without looking at her, Jayce said, “I also hate people who think I’m a good guy!” With that, he started the engine, and the car sped off, leaving Evelyn on the ground, stunned. The three men were closing in.

The windshield wipers worked tirelessly, clearing the pouring rain. Jayce drove on, the road dark except for his headlights. Soon, he saw the old house, remembering the earlier scene of Evelyn running in the rain, her tiny figure struggling. He urgently turned back.

Evelyn, caught by the three men, screamed and struggled, her rain-soaked clothes slowing her down. One of them grabbed her, groping her forcefully. She screamed, but was too weak to resist. “We must find shelter,” the other two complained.

The man holding Evelyn, eager, said, “I’ve wanted this one for a while!” He leaned in, but Evelyn fought back, turning her head and cursing. He was pleasantly surprised by her strength, which further fueled his excitement. Just as they were about to leave, they heard a strange noise behind them. A curtained car sped towards them, making them jump aside. The man pushed Evelyn directly into the car’s path.

The car screeched to a halt, tires skidding in the rain. Evelyn hit the front of the car and fell. Jayce, eyes darkening, got out, walking towards them.

The three furious men were struggling to dodge. Initially wary of a potential group in the car, they now saw only one man. Encouraged, they yelled, “Stay out of this!”

One man grabbed the dazed Evelyn, his arm around her chest. Jayce ignored the man’s call to back off, glanced at Evelyn, and then approached. The other two lunged at him.

Fighting two at once, Jayce quickly realized they were trained, unlike the previous thugs. The rival service company prepared them. Jayce’s movements were swift and powerful, but his recent injury and weakened state slowed him down. The previous tear in his wound on New Year’s Day made it harder to fight them off, and he took some hits. While there was a momentary break, he took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves, and attacked once more.

Though injured and winded, Evelyn weakly called out, “Mr. Smith,” and struggled to escape. The man holding her, annoyed by her resistance, dragged her away, trying to retreat quietly.

Jayce glanced at Evelyn, his punches powerful, but the two wouldn’t let him pass. Furious, he heard a sharp scream. The two hesitated, looking back. Jayce took the chance to choke one, kneeing him in the stomach and throwing him aside. He used the same move on the other, quickly finishing them. Turning to the scream, he saw the man holding Evelyn, clutching his eye, rocking her. Jayce swiftly kicked him away, sending him flying several meters. The man couldn’t get up.

Evelyn fell to the ground, struggling to get up from the muddy terrain. Dark, dirty water, faintly mixed with blood stains - the same color as the blood from the man lying on the ground - smeared her fingers. Jayce stood to the side, not moving, watching Evelyn transform from soaked to thoroughly disheveled, drenched like a wet rat. He finally approached, removing the men’s clothes and binding their limbs, before leaving again. He saw Evelyn standing, clutching her stomach, and walking with difficulty. She wasn’t looking at Jayce but glaring at the man whose eye she had poked, lifting her foot and grinding it into his tied hands behind his back.

Jayce heard the faint groan of pain and glanced at Evelyn, suddenly smiling. After the man fainted, Jayce firmly picked Evelyn up. The rain washed away tire tracks and footprints as Jayce walked through the mud toward the distant car.

After more than ten minutes of darkness, the generator was finally switched on at the old house, bringing back illumination. Nathan checked his watch and instructed the short man to reheat the food, guessing Jayce would return soon. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and Nathan, cursing under his breath, rushed to welcome the curtained car.

Nathan held an umbrella over Jayce’s head, calling out, “Mr. Smith.” Just before Smith could reach the house, Jayce approached and lifted a girl from the passenger side. Nathan was shocked, his mouth agape, before quickly closing it.

Evelyn was shivering with cold, heavily dazed. She knew Jayce had brought her back but said nothing until Jayce unzipped her coat, lifting her inner shirt. Only then did she weakly reach out, her brow furrowed, and croaked, “What are you doing?”

The heater in the bedroom had just been turned on, humming softly but not yet warming up. The wet inner shirt clung to Evelyn’s body, and through the lace patterns, her snow-white skin was faintly visible. Lying on her stomach, her pale face showed vigilance.

Jayce easily pulled her cold, slender wrist down and forcefully lifted her shirt. Her flat, white abdomen glistened with a thin layer of water, a droplet slowly sliding into her smooth navel, while a red bruise stretched from left to right.