Forced To Love My Boss - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Bad Luck at the Pinnacle of Life

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A modified red Porsche was parked by a doorman at the back door of the stadium. While carrying a sports backpack, a young woman with delicate facial features, sculpted calves and a neat ponytail jumped out of the back door.

She nimbly took the car keys that the doorman had thrown over, opened the car door, and got into the car with her phone still in one hand. “I was delayed while packing up just now. Don’t worry. With my driving skills, I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

The next second, the red Porsche launched into the night like a high-speed missile.

The venue of the celebration party was in the suburbs, and there would be almost no cars traveling along a long stretch of the route.

The girl let her guard down and began to hum a song.

In the end, she heard the roar of an engine the next second. A black SUV suddenly rushed out from the fork in the road ahead at an extremely fast speed!

It was too late for her to step on the brakes, so she could only steer the car away.

Bang!

The next moment, Layla felt her car absorb a violent impact, and then she was ruthlessly squeezed into the narrow and cramped space between the safety airbag and the driver’s seat.

Layla’s mind went blank for a moment. When she regained her senses, Layla felt as if her entire body had been ripped open. It hurt everywhere, and there was even some warm and sticky liquid flowing down her face nonstop.

She endured the excruciating pain all over her body and tried her best to unfasten her seatbelt. However, even if Layla tried her best, both her hands could not aim precisely to press the safety lock open.

Just as Layla was feeling extremely anxious, the car door was forcefully pulled open from the outside with brute force. A tall and burly man leaned over and quickly unbuckled her seatbelt, carrying Layla out of the car that had been smashed out of shape.

Layla fought for the last bit of lucid consciousness she had and forced herself to open her eyes to get a better look at the appearance of this man before her.

She wouldn’t have known what kind of man he was if she hadn’t seen him!

He was noble and elegant, yet cold and domineering. These two contrasting impressions merged perfectly on his body.

His light blue eyes seemed to carry the most beautiful lake in this world. His prominent nose bridge was well-defined, while his face—as cool as a knife—had the most perfect facial outline.

“This person is so handsome.” This was Layla’s first thought when she saw Andre before she fainted.

However, the man really wanted to throw the woman in his arms away that instant, but his kind nature finally overcame his irrational anger.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had to save this injured woman, and if he hadn’t stopped the car just now, Andre was certain that he would definitely have been able to catch that person!

There was unmasked rage on Andre’s cold and handsome face. D*mn it! He had let that murderer who had killed his wife at their wedding escape!

Looking down at the little woman in his arms, Andre suddenly recalled that brief exchange of glances just now.

Because of the pain in her body, her eyebrows were scrunched together involuntarily. Her small cherry lips were even more vibrant and alluring because of the blood staining them, but her gaze before she fainted earlier was extremely determined and stubborn, as if she could see into people’s hearts with a single glance.

Andre took a deep breath to ease some of the complexity of his emotions within. In the end, he still carefully placed the injured and unconscious Layla in the backseat of the car. He stepped on the accelerator and sped towards the nearest hospital.

As Andre drove, he called his assistant with his Bluetooth earpiece.

“Rhode, help me check all the cars that appeared on Highway 5 tonight with the same model as mine. The license plate number was obscured, so I can only confirm that the last number should be an eight or six.”

“Vice President, did the murderer escape in the end?”

Andre pressed his temples with one hand and tightened his grip on the steering wheel. “There was a car accident, and he slipped away. D*mn it!”

“Don’t worry! I will definitely get the police to investigate this matter thoroughly!”

After hanging up the phone, Andre recalled what had happened today and frowned harshly again.

Today was his wedding day.

At the scene of his wedding, a masked man who had barged into the church fired a shot on the spot and knocked down his fiancée.

All three shots were aimed at her vitals.

The bride’s pure white wedding dress was dyed red by fresh blood.

Thinking of this, Andre slammed a fist into the steering wheel, his eyes filled with gloom and grief.