CHAPTER 457: CHAPTER 453: DO YOU WANT TO ATONE FOR YOUR SINS WITH YOUR LIFE? (PART 3)

"Oliver Johnson, how dare you still have the face to come for my woman?" He grabbed his collar and pulled him up from the ground.

Without another word, a heavy punch landed Oliver Johnson back on the ground.

Oliver Johnson had no intention of resisting. If Sophie Smith didn’t want to vent her anger on him, it was the same if Asher Land did it.

Asher Land wanted to step forward again but was pulled back by Sophie Smith.

"Stop fighting..."

Oliver Johnson’s mouth lifted slightly. So, is she pleading for him?

"Sophie, is your brain waterlogged?" Asher Land spoke impatiently. His woman turned out this way entirely thanks to Oliver Johnson, but she was still here pleading for him, wanting him to stop?

"Asher Land, let’s go back, okay?"

She truly didn’t want to escalate this situation any further. She really felt so exhausted and, if possible, she wanted to forget everything.

"Don’t meddle in men’s matters!" Asher Land couldn’t control the force in his hand and pushed her away forcefully. Unprepared, she stumbled and nearly fell.

He was startled and quickly reached out to stabilize her.

Damn, what had he done to her?

She tugged on his sleeve and shook her head at him.

"Let’s go back, okay?" she repeated persistently, pleading with him once more.

The atmosphere had reached a deadlock, Oliver Johnson got up, limping as he walked before Asher Land, looking resigned to his fate.

His clenched fists crackled, but she wouldn’t let go.

He took a deep breath and slowly calmed his anger.

After a long time, he loosened his clenched fist, lifted her horizontally, and walked toward the car.

The car quickly started and disappeared around a corner.

Eva Miller finally relaxed her taut nerves, hastily went forward to support Oliver Johnson.

"Why did President Land hit so hard..." Eva Miller whispered, looking at the blood at Oliver Johnson’s mouth, full of heartache in her eyes, "Brother Johnson, I’ll take you to the hospital."

"Don’t touch me." He rejected her, pushing her away, a mocking smile playing at his lips, "You’ve seen Sophie’s fate? Knowing me never ends well, so stay away from me."

Stay away from him?

If only she could.

Even if he was dismissive of her, she shamelessly exerted all her efforts to please him.

Oliver Johnson called his assistant, and forty minutes later, the assistant arrived and helped him into the car.

Eva Miller watched the departing figure, her eyes suddenly dry and sore.

She wiped her eyes randomly and ran into the dark of the night.

Oliver Johnson sat in the car, watching the rapidly fleeing figure through the rearview mirror, his eyes growing darker.

He, Oliver Johnson, was not worth anyone being kind to him.

He leaned back against the seat, tiredly closing his eyes.

"President Johnson, Second Young Master Johnson has already gone abroad," the assistant reported softly to him.

"It’s good to let him go abroad to avoid the limelight. I’ll take full responsibility for this matter."

No matter what the consequences, he was willing to bear them all.

As for the kidnapping, Asher Land surprisingly didn’t deal with it privately by his usual methods, but handed it over to the court. Actually, it’s better this way; Asher Land is ruthless, and if he handled it privately, with his temperament, it might implicate numerous people and affairs, causing Hush Sky to suffer much more.