CHAPTER 530

Chapter 530 I Quit!

Noticing that the iron gate, which was tightly closed, had opened, Bridger thought, does this mean… I am allowed to get in now?

But then, Bridger hesitated. Paisley decided to let him in after he cursed that crazily. Could it be a trap? Was Paisley trying to do something to him within the house?

At the thought of this, Bridger felt slightly scared. But he didn’t show it. Instead, he sneered at the surveillance camera, “What? You’re expecting me to just get in there now? No way! I won’t get in now! Why should I do as you wish? You know what? Paisley. I’ve had enough of it! I respect you and love you because you are Ms. Drew. But that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want to me. You do know that I come from the Palmer family, right? You have gone too far recently! I quit now!”

With that, he turned around and left.

Noticing that Bridger was walking toward his car, Anderson lowered his head slightly. “Ms. Drew, should I go catch him?”

Paisley curled the corners of her lips a bit. Anderson took the hint and went out right off.

In its wake, a motorcycle rumbled as it started up and then flew out like an arrow.

Meanwhile, Bridger had made up his mind to leave now.

That was because Bridger assumed that Paisley must be up to something by letting him in after him cursing for so long. Also, Paisley made things difficult for him every time, which Bridger.

couldn’t stand any longer.

Bridger thought, didn’t she ask me to go in? Well, I won’t! The fact is, I’m leaving now. I wonder how she is gonna proceed with whatever she has in mind now.

And after me being gone for a long time, she will for sure take the initiative to look for me. That

I’ll no longer have to humble myself.

way,

Then Bridger dusted off his clothes and walked toward his car, which was parked somewhere slightly distant. However, after just a few steps, he heard a whoosh behind him. Therefore, he owns this text.

turned around, only to see a fast figure speeding toward him.

He had a feeling in his gut that something was wrong, despite not knowing who that was. Then he started to run off.

Just as he was about to get to his car, with his hand nearly touching the door, something wrapped

around his waist.

Bridger looked down, only to see a rope tied to his waist. And then the next thing he knew, he had

already been pulled back by it and thus fell heavily onto the ground.

“Pfft…” After spitting out a mouthful of dirt, he turned around, wanting to untie the rope. But the person on the motorcycle had already restarted his motorcycle, driving both back into the gate.

“Let go of me! Who are you? Bastard! Let go! Paisley…”

Bridger struggled with all his might, which was just a vain attempt though.

Since he was tightly tied to the rope, which was linked to the motorcycle, he had no choice but to move along with it.

Being dragged along the rough ground harshly, Bridger, in pain, soon lost the strength to curse or struggle.

Meanwhile, Anderson remained silent and tried to maintain the speed of the motorcycle so as not to actually hurt Bridger. That being said, by the time they arrived at the gate, Bridger was already too tortured to say anything.

Meanwhile, Paisley was standing on the steps, looking at him. With his high-fashion suit worn and tattered, Bridger lay on the ground limply as if he was having his last breath.

“Oh! I was wondering who you were. Aren’t you the famous Mr. Palmer? What? Why aren’t you cursing now?” With the corners of her lips curving, Paisley was in a much better mood.

Paisley thought, no one could emerge from scolding me unscathed. After scolding me that harshly, he actually wanted to leave? No way!

Meanwhile, Bridger, despite holding tons of grudges, failed to say a word. He, aching all over, thought, I am afraid that I have scraped all my skin now. I wonder if there are any fractures. But what really makes my heart ache is the way she is treating me now!

As the youngest son in my family, I have been doted upon ever since I was a kid, although I am not my father’s favorite and fail to get the inheritance from him.

It’s true that all these years, Simon has made me suffer a bit by taking away everything that is supposed to be mine. But, as my senior, Simon had never humiliated me or tortured me like this.

But now? This woman actually had her people drag me on the ground as if I was just a dog! And

look at her. Her sarcastic manner suggests that she doesn’t feel sorry at all. Is she really the

woman who accepted my proposal shyly yesterday?

He struggled to prop himself up. After moving around a bit, he found that his limbs were not broken. That being said, there were scrapes and bruises all over, which were rather painful.

Paisley then walked down the steps slowly and then stood in front of him, looking at him

arrogantly. “I heard you scolding quite fiercely before. Well, I am here now. Come on. You can scold me right in front of me now!”

“I… Fu…” Bridger raised his head, wanting to curse again. But at the sight of Paisley’s cold face and Anderson, who was standing coldly next to Paisley, Bridger bit his lip and spat out the sand in his mouth. “Forget it. You win. As long as you are happy, I can live with it!”

“Weren’t you so bold just now? What? Are you scared now?” She smiled mockingly, in which her

disdain manifested.

Bridger propped himself to stand up and saluted her amiably before bowing heavily. “Ms. Drew! My

dear! Just cut to the chase and tell me what you want. You being temperamental is driving me

crazy. If you want to kill me, just do it. But don’t torture me like this. If you keep treating me this

way, you will become a widow before we even get married!”

Paisley’s face darkened. “Stop talking nonsense. Or I will pull out your tongue!”

Bridger hurried to cover his mouth since he knew that Paisley could actually make that happen.

Then he said, “Fine. I will just shut my mouth. But can you tell me what exactly you want? I mean, there should be a reason for your grumpiness, right? And if you don’t want to marry me, just telling me will do. You don’t have to torment me like this. You do know that I have nothing to do with what Simon did to you, right? And if you want to take revenge on him or even kill him, I will not have a problem with that at all! But just don’t take it out on me!”

Paisley’s expression became even more solemn when Bridger mentioned Simon. The fact was, she had been trying to get the scripture all these days. And Bridger, as a member of the Palmer family, might be able to help her with that, although Bridger might not know about it.

“If I tell you, will you give me what I want?” She asked slowly.

“I don’t know. Again, you have to tell me first.” Noticing that things hadn’t completely gone south, Bridger took a step forward. “We both know that it’s in the best interests of both of us if we’re together. So just tell me what exactly you want.”