An American knife seller? No, please acknowledge me as your godfather.

As the sun sets, a heartbroken man wanders in Seattle.

This time of day is probably the most comfortable time of day in this city.

The afterglow of the setting sun, like spilled golden paint, was evenly spread across the end of Avenue Lorenzo.

The sea breeze, carrying the unique salty and damp scent of the Pacific Ocean, swept through the empty streets, carrying away all the heat and restlessness of the day.

At the intersection of Lorenzo Avenue, neat rows of power lines cut through the twilight.

Annie was on duty at the intersection as usual.

The well-tailored dark blue uniform was stretched perfectly by his upright posture without a single wrinkle, and the black combat boots on his feet gleamed with a cold, hard sheen in the sunlight.

Her chestnut-brown hair was casually draped over her shoulders, the setting sun casting a golden glow over it.

The exposed, pale skin perfectly accentuated the breathtakingly vibrant red of her lips.

If you ignore the aloof and cold aura she exudes, she's practically the hottest woman in the neighborhood.

At this moment, most of Annie's face was covered by sunglasses, only revealing her exquisitely sculpted jawline.

His icy aura was on full display.

That's why, no matter how much the lecherous old white men around them gleamed with lust, they didn't dare to actually cross the line.

Although they dared not look directly at her, those lewd gazes roamed unabashedly over her pert buttocks and waistline, as if they wanted to peel back the layer of her dignified uniform with their eyes and lick it.

Some even drive with one hand, and soon the driver's seat will be swaying with the vibrations of the engine.

Despite the maggot-like stares, Annie didn't even lift an eyelid.

In her eyes, these people were nothing more than trash that could be found anywhere on the ground.

He glanced at his partner Jimmy beside him out of the corner of his eye, and was in a pretty good mood.

Fortunately, the situation was handled promptly yesterday, and the correct first aid measures were taken before the ambulance arrived, successfully saving Jimmy's life.

Although Jimmy's face was still a little pale, he was able to get back to work.

In this city where attendance bonuses make up the bulk of salary, no one is willing to take leave casually, unless it's an administrative leave that requires emptying the magazine.

As her thoughts wandered, Annie's gaze involuntarily drifted into the distance.

In his mind, Lynn's handsome profile, sharp as if carved by a knife and axe, quietly emerged.

Soon, a subtle, almost imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, a smile that even she herself didn't notice.

Recalling the director's public praise of her this morning, Annie blushed slightly and felt a little embarrassed.

If it weren't for their help last night, I'd probably be in a very different situation right now...

"Lynn".

With her lips slightly parted, she murmured the name softly, and Annie couldn't help but glance down at her watch.

It's almost here; this time should be arriving soon.

But you didn't have to cut me off!

Make out like it never happened!

And that we were nothing!

And I don't even need your love!

"..."

Suddenly, the cell phone in my pocket rang out unexpectedly.

Annie casually pulled out her phone from her waist, and when she saw the name flashing on the screen, her long, slender eyebrows involuntarily furrowed.

Evans White.

After hesitating for a moment, she put her phone back, intending to pretend she hadn't seen it.

But the bell rang incessantly for a full minute.

call--

Seeing this, Annie took a deep breath, and with a hint of obvious annoyance, went to the roadside to answer the phone, her voice cold and standard: "This is Annie, please speak."

"Annie! You finally answered the phone. By the way, it's almost time to get off work, isn't it?"

The voice on the other end of the phone sounded light and confident, exuding an air of social elite as it asked, "I've made a reservation at Marilyn's Restaurant by the sea. It's a Michelin five-star restaurant, and their Australian lobsters were flown in this morning. I've already asked the owner to reserve the best terrace seat with the sea view for you. Would you be so kind as to come tonight?"

"No, thank you for the invitation, but I have something to do tonight."

Before the other person could finish speaking, Annie interrupted decisively, her tone polite but distant, as if she were treating a complete stranger.

"Are you busy?"

Evans was visibly taken aback, clearly unaccustomed to such a decisive rejection: "If not today, how about tomorrow? I believe this place would interest you."

"Tomorrow isn't convenient either." Annie's patience was wearing thin.

"The day after tomorrow? Or which day this week are you free?"

Evans wasn't giving up, his tone even carrying a hint of arrogant self-righteousness: "These kinds of positions are very hard to get. I only got this because of my clients..."

"Mr. Evans."

Annie interrupted abruptly, a clear hint of impatience flashing in her eyes, her words filled with undisguised resistance:

"I'm sorry, I'm currently very busy with official duties and I'm afraid I won't be available anytime soon. I have other things to do right now."

Without giving the other party any chance to continue harassing her, Annie hung up the phone with a "click".

When I looked up again, my previously decent mood vanished without a trace.

Even through the sunglasses, his sharp aura was still imposing, causing the white men who had been sneaking glances around to shrink back and quickly avert their gazes.

"Buzz—click-click!"

Just then, a distinct, weak engine roar came from afar.

In an instant, the gloom in Annie's eyes melted away.

She quickly snapped back to reality and looked into the distance. The moment the dilapidated Camry, which looked like it might fall apart at any moment, came into view, a smile curled at the corner of her lips, a smile she herself didn't even realize.

"Sizzle—"

With a screeching sound of brakes, the Camry came to a precise stop beside Annie.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing Lynn's resolute profile, as if sculpted by an axe.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on his profile, making his deep, dark eyes appear as pure as obsidian.

The wildness and composure emanating from his very bones, when set against the backdrop of his environment, created an extreme attraction.

This scene caused Annie's pupils to contract instinctively behind her sunglasses.

Before she could even speak, Lynn casually rested one hand on the windowsill, a signature smile playing on her lips: "Sir, please give me a good ticket!"

Upon hearing this, Annie's eyelashes twitched violently twice beneath her sunglasses.

Another ticket? Has this guy gone mad?

Seeing the smiling expression on Lynn's face, Annie felt a ripple of annoyance that she herself did not realize.

"Officer?" Seeing that Annie didn't speak, Lynn repeated it with a smile.

He knew, of course, that it would be a bit strange to issue a ticket given their current relationship, but that's how you deal with women—you have to keep them guessing to gain the upper hand.

Of course, this can only be used if the mutual favorability between the two parties reaches a certain level.

Also worth mentioning is that this playstyle requires excellent modeling.

And coincidentally, his modeling was flawless!

As expected, Annie didn't reach for the ticket book. Instead, she slowly pulled down her sunglasses, her cold, icy eyes staring directly at Lynn's face.

Lynn was not intimidated; instead, she stared back at the past with even more unbridled confidence.

Up close, he could even clearly see the fine pores on Annie's fair face and her thin lips.

Although she lacked Mrs. Hill's voluptuous softness, she possessed a sophisticated, ascetic beauty.

The moment their eyes met, it was as if invisible sparks of electricity flashed through the air.

In the end, it was Annie, who was more thin-skinned, who was the first to give in.

"cough."

Annie coughed lightly, turned her head somewhat awkwardly, and wrote a string of numbers directly on the ticket book, handing it to Lynn:

"If you've been speeding these past few days just to get my private phone number, then I'll concede defeat."

She paused, then looked down at Lynn, her voice regaining its haughty tone: "Take it. Drive carefully from now on; this old car of yours can't withstand much damage."

Lynn glanced at the note, raised an eyebrow, but did not reach out to take it.

Instead, he used that aggressive gaze to brazenly sweep from Annie's collarbone all the way down to her ankles, a hint of mockery on his face: "That's not enough."

"you!"

Annie was taken aback, then her voice held a hint of annoyance: "Then what else do you want!"

Lynn remained silent, only scrutinizing Annie up and down with a blatant gaze.

Feeling Lynn's undisguised gaze, Annie instantly understood, and a hint of shame and anger crept onto her face.

"Gurgle~"

At this critical moment, Lynn's stomach churned out an extremely untimely protest.

I've been busy all day and haven't even had a sip of water at noon. I'm starving right now.

The atmosphere instantly became somewhat awkward.

Lynn blushed slightly, a rare occurrence for him, but fortunately, he had a strong mental fortitude. He quickly changed his mind and extended an invitation: "How about you treat me to dinner?"

"What did you say?"

Annie's eyes widened, wondering if she'd misheard: "You want me to treat you?"

For a moment, she thought she had misheard.

Asking me to treat you? That's utterly outrageous!

It's no exaggeration to say that the elites who want to treat me to a meal could line up from the police station all the way here!

"Didn't you owe me a favor? Consider this your way of repaying it." Lynn rubbed his stomach, completely unfazed.

Upon hearing this, Annie was taken aback again, never expecting Lynn to use her favor so quickly.

She thought Lynn would ask her for a difficult favor, but it turned out to be just a meal...

In an instant, a strange emotion welled up in Annie's heart.

"Gurgle~" Lynn's stomach protested again.

"Officer, you can't just stand by and watch someone die, can you?" Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Seeing Lynn's self-righteous and shameless attitude, Annie rolled her eyes in annoyance.

I glanced at my watch subconsciously; it was indeed time to leave work.

He glanced sideways at the car owners who were still casting lewd glances at him, and the unprecedented sense of taboo and rebellion in his heart finally took over at this moment.

She gritted her teeth, turned to Jimmy behind her and gave him a word, then opened the passenger door and got in.

"Let's go!" Annie gritted her teeth, trying to keep her voice icy. "Just this once, and never again!"

"Okay!"

Lynn decisively ignored the last sentence and stepped on the gas pedal to the floor!

With the engine roaring wildly, it sped away carrying the policewoman.

For a moment, the air at the intersection seemed to freeze.

"FUCK! What kind of fate does that thing have? It can even steal a policewoman while driving a Camry?"

"This world is absolutely awful! Why can't I ever have anything good happen to me?"

"I refuse to accept this! How can those beat-up used cars have a future? Isn't my Tesla better?"

"Ugh! Tesla is industrial garbage! I want a different car! I want a BYD!"

"..."

A series of angry and jealous curses quickly erupted in the street.

As the sun set and the last rays of sunlight shone through the air, Lynn drove Annie slowly toward the sea.

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