The window was open.
There was a black Bentley parked downstairs.
Was this car expensive?
If I jumped into the car, could it act as a cushion and save half of my life?
"Little baby, aren't you eating candy? Come on." Mr. Williams's hand had already grabbed my ankle.
"Don't touch me. If I die, you'll have to go to jail!" I kicked him hard. He stumbled, but his lecherous expression didn't change at all.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Abdi come out of the office building and shouted, hoping he could hear me. "Mr. Smith, save me!"
"Don't call Mr. Smith. He's not a man. I haven't seen him touch a woman for so many years. Call him, haha." Mr. Williams reached out his hands to me again.
"Mr. Williams." There was a shout downstairs.
Mr. Williams immediately stopped
