Desires Die Hard (Anya and Evan) by Beryl Occam
Chapter 878

Chapter 878 Drove Over Me

April, the season of plum rain. The sunny sky soon became overcast.

The cold air crept in through the car windows.

Eudora's tears had dried up. She was scared, and she missed her mom and dad.

When would her dad come and save her?

The car was speeding along the road. But Cohen didn't know that Sam drove them to an empty parking lot where he was meeting Raymond.

Cohen frowned warily as he noticed it. He said in a cold voice, "You said you'll get your luggage in the apartment. What are we doing here?"

Sam pursed his lips and didn't dare to explain.

Cohen knew something was wrong. "Get off," he said.

Sam looked at him and said tremulously, "Mr. Olson, just quit it. You can do much better with JK Couture. Why do you have to do this?"

"Stop the crap. Just get off!" Cohen was in a mood now.

Sam sat still. He was waiting for Raymond.

Cohen was in a fury. Sam was going against him now?

He released Eudora from his arms, put her on the next seat, then walked around to the driver's seat, and violently yanked the door open.

Sam instinctively shuddered at the sight of the angry Cohen.

But he didn't move.

Cohen lost all his patience. He grabbed Sam by the collar and pulled him down.

Sam nearly knelt.

He used all his strengths to hold himself.

But when he tried to stop Cohen from leaving, it was too late. Cohen got into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and started the car.

But before he could go, Raymond's black Mercedes drove up.

Raymond glanced at Sam and knew what happened just now. He stepped on the gas and, not afraid of being hit, drove straight at Cohen.

Cohen was lost for a second. Eudora was with him. So he pulled to a halt just moments before crashing into Raymond.

Cohen stared at Raymond, who was also in the car.

A minute later, Raymond unbuckled his seat belt and got out.

Then he strode toward Cohen.

Cohen wanted to drive away, but Raymond knew he would do it, so he said through the window, "Drive over me before you go."

Cohen gave up.

He sat still for a few seconds and got off.

"Why are you here?" Cohen looked coldly at his only friend.

Cohen and Raymond met while studying abroad, and they soon became good friends for the same language and hobbies.

Moreover, although Cohen was funded by Paula at that time, he was living a poor life.

Raymond was the opposite. He came from a wealthy family.

But he was not averse to Cohen's background. He only admired Cohen's talent and was willing to be his friend.

But Cohen's life was doomed to be broken from birth.

He did not deserve such noble friends.