Hide Your Identities Or Inherit Millions

Chapter 17: Can You Resist?

Elizabeth stepped out of the villa area under the scorching sun and walked for about ten minutes before reaching the bus stop.

She was the only person at the bus stop. With her head hanging low, she idly shuffled her feet.

"Hey, girl!"

A frivolous voice rang out, carrying a trace of malice.

Elizabeth looked up and her eyes were sharp and clear. She spotted a group of punks with multicolored hair sauntering toward her.

She glanced at them once before disinterestedly looking away.

The punk at the front, called Eric, whose hair was dyed yellow, leered at her, "Hey, pretty girl, are you waiting for the bus? Want a ride?"

Elizabeth was speechless.

Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes fell on Eric again. She looked at him for a few seconds before walking past.

Raising his eyebrows, Eric seemed surprised. Was Elizabeth that easy to pick up? Or perhaps she was so timid that she yielded because they were in a group?

This was easier than he'd expected.

"Bravo! Come along. Let me take you for some fun," Eric said, lifting his arm to put it around her shoulder as she approached.

But then...

Elizabeth walked right past him.

Eric was dumbfounded.

He watched as she moved to another spot and continued to stand there as if lost in thought.

"What's your game?" Eric snorted, "Are you playing us?"

Elizabeth tilted her head, revealing only her delicate chin. Her face was still hidden, "I've given up my spot for you. Don't be greedy," she said indifferently.

Eric was speechless.

Was she doing this on purpose, or had she misunderstood his intentions?

"Who the hell wants your spot? I want your contact information! Just say yes or no."

Elizabeth frowned, "If you need to cooperate, contact my assistant."

Eric was speechless for a moment, "Are you stupid? I'm hitting on you! Don't you get it? I want to, you know, hook you up!"

Elizabeth lifted the brim of her hat, revealing her cold and dark eyes, "Oh, you're a hooligan."

Eric looked at Elizabeth without a trace of concern, "Whether you like it or not, you're coming with me today."

"Why should I go with you?" Elizabeth retorted.

"Obviously, to show you a good time," Eric responded instinctively.

"I don't have time. Go and find someone else to hang out with," Elizabeth declined.

"That's not for you to decide. If I say you have time, you have time," Eric retorted.

He smacked his lips and felt confused. Why wasn't this conversation going as he expected?

She should be trembling in fear at meeting a thug like him.

Especially for the fact that she was from a rural area.

His employer had only instructed him to scare her a bit and to give her a taste of the harshness of the big city.

Elizabeth tapped her petite chin, "And what if I don't agree?"

"What can you do about it?" Eric questioned.

"You're breaking the law."

Elizabeth stated firmly.

"So what?" Eric admitted openly.

Elizabeth didn't respond. She turned around and began searching in the grass behind her. Finally, she picked up a large rock.

Eric looked incredulous and turned to his buddies with a disdainful laugh, "What's she trying to do? Fight with us?"

Elizabeth held up a stone and, under Eric's watchful gaze, handed it over to him.

Caught off guard, Eric almost subconsciously accepted the stone, just about to ask Elizabeth what she was doing.

Before he could say anything, Elizabeth had already raised her phone and snapped a photo of him, then proceeded to make a call.

"Hello, yes, I'd like to report an assault. Someone is attempting to violently attack me with a deadly weapon. Yes, he's holding a large rock and appears to intend to hit me with it. I've taken a photo as evidence. I am located at..."

Eric was speechless as well as shocked.

He looked at Elizabeth in disbelief as she falsely accused him, then looked down at the large rock he was holding.

This wasn't right. Since when did people call the police in situations like this?