The women started to strip Verena off her clothing to give her a good beating.
But before she could open all the buttons, a stern voice came from the door. "What are you doing?"
The leader flinched, her hand springing open as she let go of her shirt.
"Verena was sick and I was just concerned for her." The female gang leader instantly smiled apologetically.
"145! Come out now!"
Verena opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling confusedly. She thought she heard wrong number.
It wasn't until she was out of prison that she realized it was real.
She almost cried tears of joy.
"Are you Ms. Bradbury?" A man's voice asked coldly.
The man in a suit stood before Verena, and a black car was parked right behind him.
She nodded. "Yes, that's me…"
Verena, who was still confused, was pushed into the car and sat next to the man in shades.
"What are you doing?" Verena shouted for the man who previously pushed her like she couldn't walk; she glared at him as he closed the door.
She turned slowly towards him, and when she saw his face, she could only look at him.
Although he was wearing shades, half of his face was covered with them. She glanced at his hearted lips and the sharp jawline as if he just walked out of the magazine.
"I am Louis Heisenberg." The man introduced himself coldly. He looked like he was forcing himself to say so.
Verena suddenly thought his voice was familiar, but she hadn't met anyone in four years and three months. How in the world did she feel he was familiar?
Verena could not help but shiver and ask gently, "I'm going to receive my death sentence, right?" She paused, wanting to tell him.
"I know you haven't ask me but It's not me! I didn't kill him." She started, but—
"I'm taking you to get a marriage certificate, Verena!"
Why had my name rolled off his tongue like he was more than familiar with it? She thought.
Wait a minute.
WHAT THE HELL!
Her heartbeats collided with a crash.
Verena was speechless!
What just did he say? She was looking at him with wide eyes, as if she couldn't grasp what he said.
"What did you say?" She thought she had heard it wrong.
He had a face that could bring disaster upon a country. He was cold and arrogant and completely matched to the women's fantasies of a domineering Vice President.
Therefore, even though she hadn't seen him all these years, Verena still recognized him now.
But why was he here?
Louis turned around and saw Verena staring at him. He frowned slightly.