Chapter 215: Mason King's hand placed behind her head, pressing her..._1

Oliver Carter gasped for breath, bent at the waist, and weakly rested both hands on his knees. He stared indignantly at the indifferent man and, at the next second, suddenly turned and ran in the opposite direction.

As expected, the traffic police who had already surrounded the area blocked him.

Oliver coughed desperately, trying to struggle, and occasionally looked around to see where Suzanne Trent, that stinking bitch, had fled. But all around him were traffic police and Los Angeles police officers who had already gotten out of their cars and approached him.

Then the man who got out of the black Bentley car walked up to him.

His heart racing, Oliver knew he couldn't escape, and his eyes grew cold as he looked at the people around him. He felt as if a cage had fallen from the sky, engulfing him.

Oliver had never expected these people to come directly for him, ignoring Suzanne, that cheap bastard.

"Who are you?!"

"Why did you help that cheap bastard?"