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Suddenly, a man’s face flashed into her mind.

“It’s obvious that you know your way in and out of jail, princess,” he drawled. “There’s no fear or anxiety on your pretty face, which means someone, most likely your daddy dearest, will come and get you out of this difficult situation as usual.”

Anger and annoyance filled her as she was reminded of the arrogant handsome man’s words.

That man was beyond a nuisance. He riled her in ways no one ever did before. Men were usually intimidated by her, either by her character or when they found out who her father was. Very few men dared to speak to her the way the arrogant man did.

Arrogant ass.

Pushing away thoughts of the arrogant man from her mind, she finished her dinner and cleared up the remnants of it. She then turned off the lights and settled into her small bed in her bedroom.

But she couldn’t sleep right away.

She recalled the day’s events. Things had gone wrong during the protest, and a hired goon came to attack her. What if the man who came in between and more or less saved her hadn’t come there on time?

Would the goon have hurt her badly? She somehow knew he would have. There was a purpose and some kind of recognition on the goon’s face.

She shivered slightly even though she had promised herself not to be intimidated by anything or anyone.

Her mind then fell on the man who had saved her. All she recalled was that her savior wore a blue checkered formal shirt and was tall and broad. She also recalled the mild yet familiar cologne.

Another whisper of memory made her frown.

The arrogant man who had stolen her taxi and called her an entitled princess had also worn a blue checkered formal shirt. He was tall and broad too. She also recalled that the cologne he had worn was similarly addicting.

Her frown grew.

No way, the arrogant ass could have saved me.

If anything, the arrogant man would watch from the sidelines and make a smart remark of how she should change her hobby to a less dangerous one.

Yes, it was definitely not him.

Whoever her savior was, she was quite thankful to him. He must be a man who believed in helping people.

Unlike the arrogant men who stole taxis and called strange women entitled.

She felt agitated as the arrogant man’s smirk on his handsome face continued to flash in her mind, stealing away her sleep.

“Go away,” she commanded.

His smirk only seemed to get wider.

Feeling ridiculous that she was allowing a stranger to affect her, she shut her eyes and commanded herself to sleep.

She also hoped she would never come across the arrogant man again.

CHAPTER 3

It was just beginning to rain. Aryan took a sip of whiskey while watching lightning flash in the sky.

He was seated by a swimming pool at the outdoor bar of a penthouse.

“Was getting arrested a part of the plan too?”

Bhargav’s voice held a hint of amusement. It was close to midnight, and the two of them were having drinks while waiting to visit a gentlemen’s club.

Aryan’s mouth twisted. “No,” he replied.

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