Chapter 2 You Rushed Into My Arms

"Don't look at me like that! The ID card is real. No one in their right mind would especially make a fake one," Sarah snapped.

"I didn't say it was a fake one," said Owen.

"Then why are you looking at me like that?"

"You have too many questions." Rolling his eyes, Owen turned around and put Sarah's ID card into his pocket. "Remember to come to the Han Group on time tomorrow."

"Wait, you..."

"What?" Owen demanded.

Sarah's voice became low. But the next moment, she cleared her throat, straightened her posture, and said loudly, "Give my ID card back. Mr. Han, according to the law of our country, no one has the right to retain someone's ID card."

Owen turned around and stared at the frail woman in front of him.

He walked towards Sarah with a glint in his eye and a smile on his face.

Sarah couldn't help but take two steps back. His overbearing personality automatically made her retreat.

"What...what are you doing?" she asked warily, as if Owen was a predator about to pounce on her.

Coming close to Sarah, he looked down at her and whispered, "Don't you want your ID card?"

Sarah nodded nervously.

Owen grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand up.

Sarah tried to withdraw her hand but did not succeed.

Owen turned over her palm and pressed her ID card on it. "Here you are," he said slowly, still holding her gaze.

Sarah finally withdrew her hand in a daze and clutched her ID card tight. He made a simple gesture of returning a card so overwhelming. She was about to say something, but Owen cut in. "I'll drive you home," he declared as if it was a command, not a question.

"What?" Sarah was stunned. She frowned, looking at the dented hood of the Maserati. The corner of the windshield was also shattered.

With a sneer, Owen said, "Don't worry. The appearance won't affect its functionality. You have to tell me where you live. Otherwise, if you run away, who will I ask for the money?"

"Okay." Sarah nodded and thought to herself, 'The richer people are, the more miserly they are. Isn't he affluent? Why is he so desperate for the compensation money?'

Owen seemed to have understood what she was thinking. His face darkened and he remarked, "Money is more important than anything else for a businessman. I never do any business to lose money. Are you coming or not? If you don't want to come, just stay here! What if those hooligans come back?"

"I'm coming! Wait for me!" she squeaked. Owen's words sent a chill down her spine. She chased after him and followed him closely to his car.

Once they were both inside the car, he zoomed away from the construction site with Sarah guiding him to the community where she lived.

In the passenger seat, Sarah rubbed her hands, gritted her teeth, and cracked her neck.

Owen looked at the woman beside him quizzically. "What are you doing?"

"I have to teach two people a lesson later!" Sarah stared at the road ahead with rage and determination coursing through her body. She continued to flex her fingers and stretch her wrists.

Owen was speechless.

However, just before they reached the gate of her community, Sarah yelped in astonishment.

Worried, Owen slammed the brakes. Surprise and disdain were written on his face. He roared, "What are you shouting for? Now, what happened?"

"My...my stuff!" Sarah was aghast. Pointing at the trash can outside the window, she asked, "Why is my stuff dumped out there?" She opened the door and hopped out of the car.

Standing in front of the pile of her belongings, she was full of righteous indignation.

Then she turned around and angrily raced towards the rented house at full speed.

Before Owen could open the door and go after her, she had already run far away.

"Open the door! Hale Chen, Lenore Mo, you wretched couple! Open the door! Come on, you cowards! Come out and face me! Why have you thrown all my stuff away?" Sarah pounded and kicked the door hard.

But it didn't budge. She realized that the lock had been changed.

She couldn't open the door no matter how hard she tried.

"Who's making a commotion out there? Why can't you let me take a nap in the afternoon?" The landlady emerged from her apartment with her hair messed up like a bird's nest. She grumbled as she trudged out sleepily. When she saw Sarah, her face turned pale as if she had seen a ghost. She screamed and stumbled. Leaning against the door, she stared at Sarah gobsmacked. "Aren't you dead?"

"What? Why did you think I was dead?" Sarah's face darkened and the corners of her mouth twitched. Her fair and beautiful face was scrunched up. She sneered, "Ma'am, who told you that I was dead? Was it Hale Chen and Lenore Mo? Those two devils?"

"Yes..." The woman nodded in a mix of confusion and fear.

The landlady narrated everything. After Hale and Lenore were caught by Sarah, they ask for the rent back and told the landlady that Sarah had died. They took her valuables and ran away!

As for the things tossed out in the trash can, as far as Sarah could see, they were all worthless items.

Closing her eyes, she clenched her fists in anger. She said through gritted teeth, "Those despicable guys!"

The landlady closed the door in a hurry when she saw how furious Sarah was. She was really scared of Sarah at this point.

"Ma'am, open the door. I want to rent the house again."

The woman opened the door a crack and said, "I have already got another tenant!" The she closed it again quickly.

Sarah felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. She stood in a daze in the empty corridor.

It took her a long time to react. Taking a deep breath, she slowly walked back downstairs.

She couldn't ask the landlord to compensate her for terminating the lease, because she had given Lenore and Hale the right to deal with everything for her. She had put too much trust in those vile people. It was entirely her fault. She couldn't blame the landlady for believing their lies.

But what would she do now? The money she currently had with her was barely enough for two bowls of instant noodles. Where could she go when she didn't have money? Could she stay with a friend for a few days?

Sarah hugged herself miserably and stepped out of the building feeling lost.

Beep! Beep! When she walked to the gate of the community, she heard the Maserati's loud horn.

Frowning, she looked at Owen's car with a long sigh. Why hadn't he left yet?

She had nothing now. And she owed him a lot of money. She felt that this was the lowest point of her life.

A pair of legs clad in neatly-ironed pants emerged from the car. Owen slammed the door coolly and slowly approached Sarah.

She blinked her big, beautiful eyes and looked at Owen blankly. Exhaling hard, she forced a smile and asked, "You haven't left yet?"

"I thought you ran away," said Owen in an accusatory tone.

Sarah had hopped out of his car and roared at a pile of garbage before sprinting off at high speed.

When Owen got out of the car and looked at her rapidly disappearing figure, he was stunned. She turned a corner and vanished. Owen was convinced then that she would go back on her word.

"Why would I run away?" She lowered her head as tears blurred her vision.

Owen gazed at her and asked softly, "Why are you crying? I didn't say anything bad to you."

"I feel wronged. My life is dark and hopeless. Can I jump off a bridge?" Sarah blubbered as the tears streamed down her face.

Her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend.

Shortly after that, she was attacked by a group of hooligans. She bust up a Maserati and owed a whopping three hundred thousand dollars to the owner.

Now she was penniless and homeless. She was on the verge of breaking down.

Sarah crumpled to the ground and burst into tears.

The residents of the community had all come out to witness this scene.

Putting his hands on his knees, Owen stared at the woman squatting in front of him. This situation felt a little out of his control.

Nonetheless, he lowered his head and said gently, "Don't cry."

Sarah continued sobbing as if she hadn't heard Owen.

The onlookers gradually approached them. Owen's face darkened and his brows were furrowed. Bending down fully, he made up his mind. He squatted in front of her and patted her on the shoulder. "Don't cry. Tell me what happened," he coaxed tenderly.

His kindness was her undoing. She threw herself into his arms and wailed miserably.

When she pounced on him softly, her fragrance filled Owen's nostrils, making his heart skip a beat.

His eyes twinkled as he remembered the sunny afternoon when a beautiful girl threw herself into his arms at the school gate.

The woman in front of him had the same shiny, black hair, which hung down her back, like a beautiful, black waterfall.

Owen couldn't help but caress her back to comfort her.

Sarah kept crying in his arms, wringing all her tears out.

The two of them stayed there at the gate of the community, hugging each other.

Gradually, Sarah stopped crying. She wiped her tears and pursed her lips. Looking at the man in front of her, she stretched out her hand and pushed him away.

"Why are you holding me?" she asked him irately.

Owen slowly stood up and stared at her. The corners of his mouth twitched. "You were the one who rushed into my arms," he stated.

He looked at his suit, which was drenched with Sarah's tears and even a little snot. Gritting his teeth, he said, "You owe me for the laundry fee of my suit too."

Hearing that, Sarah's face turned sullen. She wanted to retort but when she saw Owen's messy suit, she couldn't get the words out. She sighed and said in a defeated voice, "I know."

"Now, can you tell me what's wrong with you?"

Sarah shook her head and walked to the trash can to collect her things.