America: Starting with the Last Liberty

"Hello, this is Svefa."

Svefa's voice on the other end of the phone was still very hoarse; it seemed her throat hadn't recovered yet.

There was nothing that could be done; after all, she had been screaming for four or five hours straight, and even the best voice couldn't withstand that kind of ordeal.

"Ms. Svefar, this is Rosen. Where are you now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Rosen heard the sound of something falling to the ground, like a cell phone hitting the floor. The sound was very jarring.

A moment later, Svefa picked up the phone, her voice trembling slightly.

"How...how did you get my number?"

Rosen was a man of his word and didn't reveal Tom's name, but unfortunately Swifar wasn't stupid either.

"Don't worry about where I got my number—"

"Is it Tom?"

Yes, Swifar remembers clearly that Tom let Rosen into the back of the bar twice.

Silently mourning for Tom, Rosen continued to question the beautiful female boss.

Where are you right now?

Svefa paused for a moment before giving an address: a luxury apartment in Beverly Hills.

Beverly Hills is a world-renowned place, home to a large number of Hollywood stars, earning it the title of "the most prestigious residential area in the world".

Even apartments in this kind of community are several times more expensive than in downtown Los Angeles, so Swifar seems to be quite wealthy.

Rosen drove his Dodge Viper to Beverly Hills to find Sweefer.

Just a few blocks apart, Los Angeles and Beverly Hills are like two different worlds.

On one side, there is litter everywhere and homeless people constantly wandering around; on the other side, there are clean and tidy streets, and police can be seen patrolling.

When Rosen parked his car, a passing policeman glanced at him, but they looked away after seeing his Asian face.

Upon arriving at Swifa's apartment, Rosen rang the doorbell.

After waiting for several minutes, the apartment door finally opened, and Rosen saw Svefa, whose face was somewhat pale.

Rosen was somewhat surprised by this appearance. He had initially thought that Svefa was deliberately avoiding him, but now it seemed that Svefa was really injured.

"Ms. Svepha, are you injured?"

Svefa glared at Rosen through gritted teeth, then pulled him into the room.

"Come in and we'll talk!"

Inside, it's a luxury apartment with a modern minimalist style; just by looking at the decor, you can tell this apartment is quite valuable.

I don't know if this is an apartment that Swifa rented or bought.

If it's the latter, Svefa is definitely a rich woman, with a net worth of nearly ten million.

Svefa walked awkwardly ahead, and her gait revealed the extent of her injuries; she had to be very careful when sitting down.

"Ms. Svepha, your injury..."

"The doctor said I have a minor ruptured corpus luteum!"

Svefa glared at Rosen through gritted teeth, her expression as if she wanted to bite Rosen to death.

However, Rosen's face showed a very tense expression.

You may not know about the corpus luteum. It is a physiological structure that forms after ovulation. Because it is rich in blood vessels and has thin walls, it is easy to rupture and bleed under certain stimuli.

This specific stimulus refers to factors such as strenuous exercise, external impact, excessively vigorous sexual activity, and corpus luteum cysts.

Do you understand now?

Therefore, Sweefer was indeed forced to return to the factory for repairs due to Rosen's rough driving.

It's really hard to imagine, after all, Svefa is a Nordic woman who is over 1.8 meters tall and has a voluptuous figure, not the kind of supermodel figure that looks like skin and bones.

"How dare you laugh!"

Seeing the half-smile on Rosen's face, Svefa was instantly enraged, and even had the urge to pull out her gun and shoot Rosen.

Rosen helplessly spread his hands, a smug smile on his face.

"Ms. Svepha, if I remember correctly, it was you who kept provoking me, which led to the outbreak of the war!"

Svefa bit her lip. Of course she knew that she had started it all, which was why she had retreated to her apartment to quietly recover.

But why has Rosen reappeared in front of Svefa?

Svefa was naturally furious.

"Well, I didn't ask you to..."

At this point, a blush appeared on Svefa's pale face.

Otherwise, given Svefa's assertive personality, she definitely wouldn't have told Rosen the address.

Having laughed enough, Rosen walked over to Sweefer. The beautiful female boss was startled by his action, thinking he was about to engage in dangerous driving again.

"What...what do you want to do?"

But Rosen simply placed his hand lightly on Sweefa's abdomen and massaged it.

"Don't worry, I'm very good at fixing cars! Does it still hurt?"

Rosen's hands were large and strong; the massage alone made Svefa feel her body getting warm.

This feeling is warm and comfortable.

"I feel much better after taking painkillers and anti-inflammatory drugs."

Rosen rolled his eyes. He really wanted to complain about the medical care in America. Unless it was a life-threatening illness, they would prescribe painkillers for everything.

However, America does have an advantage in medical matters, namely treating gunshot wounds.

No developed country in the world is as professional as America in treating gunshot wounds; she is even more professional than some doctors in war-torn regions.

It is said that when Dongda Hospital and America Hospital exchanged ideas, the main focus was on learning these techniques.

Whether it was because of the medication or not, Svefa actually fell asleep after Rosen massaged her for a while.

Rosen didn't stop what he was doing, and continued massaging Svefa's lower abdomen until she woke up.

Svefa slept for a full two hours before stretching and opening her eyes.

"Rosen, I haven't slept this well in a long time."

Svefa looked at Rosen's face, her eyes filled with a strange expression.

At this point, Rosen withdrew his hand. Two hours of massage was quite tiring, especially since it was an unconventional massage position and the movements were rather awkward.

"Ms. Svepha, are you having trouble sleeping?"

The beautiful female boss sighed.

"In the more than ten years since I entered the industry, I have basically never had a good night's sleep. I have to drink a lot of alcohol every day to fall asleep."

Rosen raised an eyebrow; he was certain that when Svefa mentioned entering the industry, she didn't mean opening a bar.

Because Sanji Vicky Bar has only been open for a few years.

"Ms. Svefa, now that you are alright, I should take my leave."

Rosen checked the time; it was almost midnight.

Just as she was about to leave, Svefa suddenly grabbed Rosen's arm and looked at him with a pitiful expression.

"Rosen, could you stay with me a little longer?"

"Ms. Svefa, isn't this inappropriate?"

"Don't call me Ms. Sweefer, call me Linsey."

(Swifah)