The man, who had been rough just a moment ago, was suddenly softened by her tears. His movements became gentle.
Women had always smiled in his presence, fawning and flattering. This was the first time he had ever seen a woman's precious tears, seen someone cry so heart-wrenchingly.
A wave of guilt washed over him. His conscience pricked him. 'What in the world have I done to this innocent girl?'
He had been too forceful, and Joan Shaw couldn't bear it, fainting from the pain.
When it was over, Miles Xavier got dressed. He glanced at the person lying there, then took out his phone and made a call to his assistant.
"Hello, President Xavier?"
"Al, where are you right now? Come over to Financial Street. I need you to take someone somewhere."
