Chapter 208 - Trisha Hua (1/2)

Trisha glared at the bleeding man in front of her and quickly scanned her eyes up and down the alleyway. If she took him back to her boss, he was dead meat - for sure!

The man that had run into them was her boss' right-hand man, Tyson Li. He was known to be a ruthless character in the Underworld that never showed any mercy, so Trisha knew there was nothing she could say to convince him to let Oliver go.

Thus, she had two options: either beat the man up and expose her identity or distract him long enough for Oliver to escape.

Trisha glanced at Oliver and whispered in a voice that only they could hear, ”Run when you get the chance.”

Oliver looked at the woman curiously. What was she planning to do?

Trisha took a deep breath and let go of Oliver's neck. She then bit her lip and batted her eyelids seductively towards the muscly man opposite her, ”Brother Ty-Ty, now that we are alone, there's something I've always wanted to tell you.”

Tyson glanced at Oliver as he held onto his neck and stood blankly in place. The man looked too weak to escape, so Tyson looked into Trisha's eyes with interest. There was no rush to get the wimpy reporter back to his boss. He wanted to hear what Trisha had to say first.

'Brother Ty-Ty', she had never called him that before. For some reason, it made him feel excited. Was she trying to seduce him? He stretched out an arm and wrapped it around the woman's waist as she approached. ”What is it?” he asked.

Trisha gasped a little at the man's sudden movement, but she maintained her composure as she hooked her arms around his neck and turned him around so his back faced Oliver. ”Has anyone told you that the scar on your face is so masculine and s.e.xy?” Trisha asked with a wink.

Tyson smiled and pulled the woman closer, ”No, you are the first.”

”Oh, Brother Ty-Ty, your voice is so s.e.xy that it makes my little heart skip a beat. When you have some free time, I would like to invite you to share a meal together,” Trisha said as she waved her hand behind the man's head, gesturing for Oliver to run.

Oliver took the hint and began to back away.

But, at that moment, Tyson suddenly leaned forward and whispered beside Trisha's ear, ”I'm free right now and I'm hungry.”

Tyson had noticed Trisha from the time she first joined the gangs. There weren't many women in the gangs and certainly none that were as sassy and attractive as her, so he actually had his eyes on her for a long time. Who knew she'd be interested in him as well.

He took a deep breath, savoring the woman's scent; she smelled sweet like marshmallows. Unable to resist, he licked Trisha on the cheek and began to kiss her on the neck.

Trisha gently pushed the man away and said, ”There are people around. Let's find somewhere quiet.”

But, the man had already been provoked and could not resist his desires, ”Everyone in Chinatown knows who I am, they wouldn't dare to look!”

He then started kissing Trisha on the neck again as he pushed her against the wall of the alleyway and began to unbutton his pants.

This man was desperate! Ever since he received the scar on his face, no woman had willingly approached him, let alone a young woman like Trisha. How could he let this opportunity go?

Trisha immediately grabbed the man's hand to stop him. ”I have my period...” she frowned, pretending to look disappointed, ”...let's do it another time.”

By this time, Oliver was already at the other end of the alleyway and about to turn the corner back onto the main street. Trisha felt relieved. He escaped and her identity wasn't exposed; it was a win-win situation.

But, Tyson suddenly began to lift up her skirt with a sick perverted look in his eyes, ”I'm not afraid of blood. It just means you are extra wet!”

Trisha looked at the man in surprise. How disgusting and dirty! Most men were turned off by blood.

Trisha pushed the man's chest desperately as she tried to think of a way to get out of the situation, but Tyson continued to move forward.

”Tyson, no!” Trisha screamed. ”I'm not in the mood today!”