Chapter 520: What a Coincidence, We et Again
“Ladies are to be respected and cherished, not subjected to waving fists and bared fangs.” The deep, sexy voice exudes an indescribable aristocratic elegance, “If you can’t even do this, there’s no need to call yourself a human being.”
The man who suddenly appears is around thirty-five or six years old, tall with a distinctive fra that does not belong to the local. His suit is stylishly well-fitted, deep-set features, and a high-bridged nose give him a strong mixed-race appearance. However, the most eye-catching aspect of him is his pair of brown eyes, unfathomable, enough to drown any woman.
He seems to be born with a smile; there is always an elegant curve on his lips. However, his shallow smile is not like Alia Young’s, which seems deliberately elegant. His grace is carved into his marrow and flows through his blood, truly like a bona fide aristocrat in a dieval oil painting!
Just one look at such a person leaves a deep impression.
Enna Clark recognizes him upon seeing him, “It’s you?” Wasn’t he the driver who almost hit her the day before yesterday? What is he doing here?
The gracefully charming man glances at her, his brown eyes swirling as if she were a long lost treasure.
However, he quickly shifts his gaze away, maintaining his graceful deanour while gathering resentnt in his eyes. Suddenly, he twists the wrist of the man gripping her, and violently pushes the man away as he cries out in pain.
“Hayes, clear the area.” The four tranquil words are like a decisive stone hamr.
“Yes.”
Soon,a group of similarly tall bodyguards quickly drives away the reporters gathered at the door. The entire process is fast and efficient!
After dealing with the reporters, the bodyguards return to an inconspicuous car parked by the roadside without needing any command.
When everyone unrelated leaves, he looks at Enna Clark and reaches out his hand, “What a coincidence, we et again.”
Even if Enna had no insight, she could tell from those well-trained bodyguards that this man has an extraordinary identity. However, she doesn’t know why he would help her. Regardless, as he has helped her, she still knows the basic politeness. She reaches out her hand, shakes it, “Indeed. Thank you just now.”
Edward Jackson looks deeply at her but does not hold her hand as tightly as last ti. He releases her hand like a gentleman and smiles, “No need to thank , I just happened to be here and couldn’t stand it.”
He is not a local, which is evident from the slight rise in his intonation when speaking the country’s language. However, the foreign accent spoken from his mouth is inexplicable, as if it is another tune.
“Anyway, I really appreciate you helping just now.” Enna Clark earnestly thanks him again, “Really, thank you.”
When she thinks about it, she still feels scared. If the male reporter had caught her and knocked her down, it would have been unthinkable.
Fortunately, soone stopped the male reporter!
She furrows her eyebrows, looks at him sincerely and says, “I was supposed to invite you for a drink, but I still have things to do right now…”
“It’s fine, you go ahead. I just happened to detest what was happening; you don’t have to think too much into it.”
Enna Clark wants to ask for his phone number and treat him to dinner after she finishes her work. But thinking about it, soone like him with an unusual identity may have just helped her by coincidence. If she takes the initiative to ask for his number, it is possible he may misunderstand and assu she has other intentions.
Enna Clark holds back, thanks him again, and leaves after hailing a taxi.
As the taxi drives away, a man in a tailcoat approaches him, bowing his head and asking softly, “Master, do you want to continue following Miss?”
If it wasn’t for seeing it with his own eyes, he would not believe that there was soone in the world who looked so much like the Old Lady when she was young.
“Not for now.” Getting too close too quickly might scare her.
“Alright.” He pauses and continues, “Your eting with Stellar Corporation is approaching; should we head to Stellar now, or…”
“Let’s go to Stellar.”
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