The flashy sports car sped all the way to an unknown destination for Titus Zane. Although she was inexplicably kidnapped, there wasn't much fear in her heart.
The man in front of her was a stranger, but he seemed to be a rich heir by appearance. Such men may appear dissolute, but they actually possess strong self-esteem and are unlikely to demean themselves by forcing women.
Therefore, Titus Zane didn't have to worry about being violated for the time being. What she cared about was—
"Where are you taking me?"
"To my place."
Alder Locke turned his gaze towards her, his peach blossom eyes appearing frivolous when he smiled. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and from this man's "windows," it was easy to tell he was a playboy.
"We don't know each other. Why should I go with you!"
Titus Zane furrowed her brows in displeasure, articulating her point of view.
