Asher Hawn had a faint smile on his lips when he thought of his engagement tonight and his surprise for preparing Nora Smith tonight.

His big, well-knit hands, holding the steering wheel tightly, drove in the direction of The Hawn Goup.

Suddenly, a woman in a white skirt in front of her, running back in a panic, rushed straight out of the road and rushed towards Asher Hawn's car.

Asher Hawn's face sank and he stepped on the brakes.

Crunch …

A sound of car ...