Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!

Chapter 445: Chapter 445: Just Throw Her Out of the Car

Kim Zhiyuan came with him, so of course, she had to leave with him. Hearing him asking about the woman, she blinked and butted in, “Is your girlfriend’s last name Chi?”

If Li Beijue hadn’t agreed to the Old Master’s conditions, he would’ve been all too willing to ditch the noisy woman beside him.

Without acknowledging her, he leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

Kim Zhiyuan embarrassed herself and felt a stomachful of frustration.

Damn, what kind of man is this, with no gentlemanly demeanor at all? She was just curiously asking, not up to anything shady, did he really need to be head-to-toe full of guard against her?

Hadn’t they agreed from the start of their meeting that they were just cooperating to put on a show for their families? She had actively cooperated, so why couldn’t he make the collaboration pleasant?

The car slowly drove away…

Without the chase of the flash bulbs, Kim Zhiyuan finally relaxed.

Suddenly, the man who had been closing his eyes abruptly opened them, looked at her with disgust, and said, “What’s that smell on you?”

“Perfume?” It was a limited edition by fofopyne, only three bottles in the entire world, and she had one.

Kim Zhiyuan thought he found it pleasant too and was just about to brag.

But she never expected…

“Did you smear shit on yourself?”

“…”

“Stop the car.” He suddenly ordered.

The Lincoln braked sharply, stopping at the roadside.

Li Beijue’s profile was cold and rigid, filled with loathing and impatience, as he rudely commanded, “Get out.”

Kim Zhiyuan’s eyes involuntarily widened, “Are you joking with me?” She was wearing 10-inch high heels. Late at night, he was asking her to get out of the car?

Has he gone mad?

As it turned out, Li Beijue indeed wanted her to get out of the car, “The show is over, you can go.”

“You!”

“Are you getting out or not?” His impatient tone was simply humiliating.

Kim Zhiyuan, trembling with anger, glared at him fiercely, pulled open the car door, and stepped out.

The next second, the car door closed, and the Lincoln sped away before her eyes—

The night breeze swept over her, and she stomped her foot in anger.

She had never seen such a domineering man, so unreasonable, cutting off retreat after crossing the river, extreme straight-male cancer! How could her family even consider this man for her?

Luckily, she wasn’t interested in a marriage alliance, otherwise, wouldn’t she be tortured to death?

Kim Zhiyuan’s first impression of Li Beijue was extremely poor. She took out her mobile phone from her small bag and called her family’s driver, “I’m at No.3 Rome Street, hurry over and pick me up.”

…

The driver in the car, looking at Kim Zhiyuan through the rearview mirror stamping her foot and making a phone call, appearing very angry, asked somewhat uneasily, “Master Jue, is it okay for us to just leave Miss Kim there?”

“Her driver will pick her up.”

“…” He was worried that Old Master Jue would become angry if he found out about Master Jue’s insubordination.

At this moment, Li Beijue didn’t care who would be angry. He had already used all his self-control to restrain his repulsion and went through the motions of a performance that day.

He didn’t want to spend another minute and second with that clamorous woman.

Li Beijue rolled down the car window, letting the night breeze in to dispel the lingering perfume smell inside, finally looking a bit better, “Back to the hotel, arrange a meeting immediately.”

“Aren’t you going to rest for a bit, Master Jue?”

“No need, just arrange it as soon as possible! No time for a break!”

He barely went one night without seeing that woman, yet he felt an unbearable sensation.

Every cell in his body was screaming with longing.

Li Beijue irritably unbuttoned his shirt collar and tugged at it.

And he wondered if that woman dreamt of him in her sleep?