###Chapter 647 Don't Be Stingy With Your Love – Part 6

A flow of people surrounded the crowded street. Everyone was in a hurry, and everyone seemed to be on their way, so her stroll seemed a little out of place.

It seemed a little strange that someone looked at her from time to time.

She pursed her lips and automatically ignored these eyes.

Attracted by the beggars on the side of the road, it was not that she had never seen a beggar before, but that beggar looked familiar to her.

Hesitant, the beggar then slightly frowned at her. He was originally casual and did not care about seeing eyes to eyes. He was suddenly stupefied, and then he looked at her with laughter and smile.

With such a smile, Ivelle suddenly remembered who this man was. This man was besieged by a group of strong men when Jordan and Ivelle left the casino that day.

How did he get into such a mess? He even ended up being a beggar on the street.

Ivelle could not help frowning that she could not show much sympathy for such a depraved person. After a glance, she looked away calmly and then left.

Wandering down the street, she noticed that someone was following her. She frowned and looked back. She happened to see the beggar. She frowned, took a small amount of change from her bag, and put it on the ground. She looked at him and said, "I don't have much cash on me. That's all I have. Take it and go!"

He looked at her and smiled like a fool, but he didn't pick up the money on the ground.

She didn't know what he wanted, so she couldn't help saying, "Do you think it's too small?"

He shook his head, looked at her, and smiled. It wasn't until she got impatient that he said, "Miss Ivelle, we know each other!"

Of course, she knew that they knew each other. She looked at him and frowned. "This money will fill your stomach. Stop the jam and get a good job."

In the face of a homeless person, she knew it was probably useless to say these words, but she said them anyway.

He still smiled and said, "I don't want your money. My mother told me to thank you. You are a good person."

She couldn't help frowning, "Your mother? Who is your mother?"

He thought for a moment and said, "My mother is my mother. Who else could my mother be?"

She felt like she was surrounded by him, and she couldn't help saying, "I mean, how does your mother know me?"

He smiled, softly chuckled, and let her listen as he could not help but say with a bit of horror, "My sister is Lina Nevermore!"

The name Lina Nevermore was so familiar in her memory these days that whenever she heard it now, she reacted to it without thinking about it, and stared blankly at him for almost a few seconds.

She just said, "Are you Lina's brother?" The brother had no bottom line and principles for gambling.

He looked at her and smiled, "Yes, I know my sister died when she fell from the Astley building. If you give her 200,000 dollars so she could live, it doesn't mean I can fool her so well."

When she looked at him, she couldn't help being scared. "What do you want?"

He looked around, looked at her, and said, "Jordan Astley should care about you very much. As long as I kidnap you, he will certainly give me a lot of money."

When this came out of his mouth, she was really not curious or even surprised.

Looking at his embarrassment, she calmed down and said, "Your sister committed suicide and had nothing to do with Astley Group. If it wasn't for her child's accident, we wouldn't even give her 200,000 dollars. If you touch me, you'll go to jail!"

He still laughed, "Don't scare me. Don't think that I don't know what you've done. You rich people should give us more money. All our money is taken away by you with some black-hearted means. You are some unscrupulous businessmen."

There was no logic in what he said. She frowned and knew in her heart that he was probably in a state of semi-madness, and reason told her not to mess with a madman.

So now she just walked aimlessly without noticing that there were too few people here. This was not the capital and city. Jordan did not arrange bodyguards for her. At this time, she had no choice but to find a way to escape.

"Believe it or not, your sister committed suicide. You know better than me why she committed suicide. She is a girl, dragged down by you and your parents. She no longer has a normal girl's life. You are the mastermind of her death."

He, who had been smiling all the time, suddenly turned gloomy and looked at her, "You must want to die!"

As he said that, he took out a knife from his heavy coat and stabbed it at her. For a moment, her eyes widened. It all happened so suddenly that she didn't have a quick reaction at all.

For a moment, she just felt as if she had fallen into despair and could not escape.

Seeing that his knife was about to approach her again, her limbs were weak, and her consciousness told her to avoid it, but her body could not avoid it.

"Go to hell!" His voice echoed in her ears.

"Joshua, don't you dare!" The voice of a sudden intruder froze her for a moment, and a few seconds later, she heard the man's roar.

When she calmed down and looked back, she froze. The man who had just stabbed her with a knife was being beaten violently by two men on the ground.

And by her side, Timothy, with a playful face, looked at her as if he were an idiot, and his handsome face was as cynical as ever.

"Were you scared?" He sneered. "I thought Andrew Biden's daughter had seen some of the worlds, but now it seems that it is a soft bag."

Obviously ironic words, she did not take them to heart and regained peace. She could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She raised her hand and dried the sweat stains from shock on her forehead. She looked at him and said, "Thank you!"

He disdained to pay attention to her and looked at her with some dislike.

She knew he didn't like her timidity, and she didn't want to be such a hot face and a cold ass, so she just chose to be silent.

Joshua on the ground was beaten black and blue, rolled directly into a shrimp shape, held his head, and begged for mercy. "I was wrong, Timothy. I won't dare anymore. Please don't hit me, please!"

Timothy glanced at the goons and motioned to them to stop with his eyes.

The several goons stopped and stood aside.

Timothy squinted, squatted down beside Joshua, looked at him in disgust, and said, "This is the first and last time I'll warn you not to touch her, otherwise, I will let them waste your hands. Don't you like to gamble? If you lose your hand in the future, what do you think you are going to gamble with? With your smelly mouth?"

Joshua was a soft persimmon. When he heard Timothy's words, he nodded again and again, a little scared, and said, "I won't touch her again. I don't know her. I promise I won't, so Timothy, just let me go!"