Chapter 92: Old debts are hard to settle, old love has ended.

Violet Don walked alone through the narrow corridor, starting with a walk, escalating to a brisk pace, and finally bursting into a sprint until she burst out of the daunting metallic building, clamoring with various electronic music, returning once more to the engulfing darkness of the night.

She seemed to exert all her strength running towards the end of this deserted darkness; all the irony rose and whirled at this moment. She laughed—a frantic, wild laugh— and a man followed her footsteps, grabbing her abruptly.

Violet Don did not look back.

Yet the man's voice pierced sharply into her back, like steel needles excruciatingly covering every inch of her body.

She turned around, unable to restrain herself any longer, and slapped Noah Bates across the face.

What a ludicrous man.

Having slapped and scolded him, Violet Don chuckled softly, then withdrew her icy hand and gently poked Noah Bates's chest.