The Sway and Slide of Love

The force was so brutal that it felt like the woman's scalp was being ripped off.

The woman let out a sharp scream.

"What are you screaming for?" Dylan frowned with annoyance.

The icy glare he fixed on her sent a jolt through her. She immediately swallowed whatever words she had been about to say.

"Mr. Pritchett, I was wrong," she said, holding back the pain. "I'm sorry."

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"I-I don't know. But it's my fault for upsetting you," she admitted without hesitation.

Dylan studied her for a long moment before suddenly smiling. "You're quick to learn."

Hearing the praise, the woman immediately brightened, her face twisting into an eager, sycophantic grin.

"But she would never smile at me like that."

As soon as the words left Dylan's lips, the woman's smile faltered. At the same time, every trace of expression vanished from Dylan's face. His eyes were dark and bloodthirsty.

Only then did the woman realize something was terribly wrong. She immediately tried to leave, but Dylan didn't hesitate his grip on her hair tightened. Then, she was thrown to the ground.

The woman was taken away by an ambulance in the middle of the night. Before she was loaded into the ambulance, Dylan had already left the room.

He knew the media would probably catch wind of this. But so what? He'd find a way to suppress the news. In fact, he might not even need to do that. After all, who would dare to cross him now?

After exiting the hotel, Dylan slid into his sports car. The engine emitted a pleasant sound, which was made all the more enticing in the silent night. He slammed his foot on the accelerator.

It was already past 3:00 am. Even Coppersville, known as the "city that never slept"; showed signs of exhaustion at this hour. There were only a few cars on the streets, so Dylan could drive as fast as he pleased. He pressed hard on the accelerator, his eyes burning with unspent fury.

He didn't know how long he raced through the streets before finally easing to a stop. He then lit a cigarette.

He had everything he wanted now, so why wasn't he happy? Why did he still feel so empty?

After finishing a cigarette, he went back home to his single-story mansion with floor-to-ceiling

windows. It was one he had just net

bought and was located in the most expensive and prestigious area of the city.

Standing there, he could overlook the entire city and also see the shimmering Amity Tower across the way. Dylan stared at the tower for a while, then suddenly

smiled-because he knew, soon, that would be his, too. He'd stand in that

top-floor office, with the entire city beneath his feet.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a phone call suddenly came in. It was to inform him that Leah had suffered a sudden heart attack and had been rushed to the hospital.

Dylan listened expressionlessly and simply responded with a flat "oh".

"Mr. Pritchett, aren't you coming to see your mother? She's-"

"She's at the hospital, isn't she? The doctors will take care of you. I'm not a doctor, so what good would I do there?"

With that, he hung up.

Honestly, he found the whole thing ridiculous. After hanging up, he turned and went to his bedroom. There, he closed his eyes and went to sleep.

He fell asleep quickly and even had a dream.