“Think you can bargain with me? I guess I need to be meaner to you, so you'll get the point," Carlos snorted.

Sheffield raised his brows at the woman wearing a worried face.

"My life belongs to your daughter. You can't take it away. I don't get it,

Mr. Carlos. Why do you not want us to be together? She'll have one more guy to love her and protect her. Isn't that a good thing for your daughter? Why are you so against a guy caring for your daughter?"

Carlos sneered, "There are Lots of people who care about Evelyn. Don't you get it? I hate you. Sheffield, stay away from my daughter from now on, or I'll ruin your future. There are things worse than death.”

Head resting in his hand, elbow on the car door, Sheffield said, "Well, ruin my future if you want. But you know I'm a doctor, right? You ruin me, then you put thousands of families that need my skills in danger

They need me to save their lives. You can't be that mean, can you,

Mr. Carlos?"

"Wrong. Thousands or millions. I'd sacrifice all of them, if it meant you couldn't hurt my daughter anymore."

‘I hurt Evelyn?' With a mischievous smile, he drew his face closer to the car window and said, "Mr. Carlos, how could I hurt her? I love her too much to do that. To be honest, she hurt me... Scratch that—you're the one who keeps hurting me! Evelyn wouldn't hurt me."

The concert was over and people started to walk out of the concert hall.

Evelyn noticed the confused gazes from the crowd and had to get in

Calvert's car. She didn't want to, but she didn't want the attention, either.

As soon as Calvert drove away, Carlos played his card. Suddenly, several bodyguards swarmed out of nowhere and rushed towards Sheffield.

The bodyguards got there so fast any normal man would have no chance to escape.

This time, it was Sheffield they were dealing with.

Before the bodyguards could get to him, Sheffield braced his hand on the window and jumped to the roof of the car.

"Go!" At Carlos' command, the driver started the engine. Sheffield quickly reoriented himself and jumped off the roof.

By the time he got to his feet, the car was zooming away. Sheffield couldn't help but curse, "Carlos, you're a serious a-hole!" If he had jumped a mere second later, he would have fallen off and hurt himself.

Six bodyguards pounced on him at the same time. Knowing that Carlos had sent some top-notch fighters, Sheffield ran for cover in the darkness.

He found a hidden alcove and sent Carlos a text message.

"If I can escape from you three times, Mr. Carlos, can I be with Evelyn?"

Six professional bodyguards were chasing after Sheffield. But he still had time to text Carlos. To Carlos, it was an insult. To Sheffield, that was the point.

Pulling a long face, Carlos didn't text back.

He wouldn't reply to his messages. Because that brat wasn't worthy of a reply from him.