Sumr Monroe asked with a complex expression, "Who exactly are you?"
The other person was evidently drunk and struggled to express himself clearly, finally resorting to directly removing his clothes.
Sumr widened her eyes and stepped back two steps, instinctively shielding her chest with her hands, and asked in shock, "W-what are you taking off your clothes for? Don’t ss around! Otherwise, I won’t be polite to you!"
The man paused, seemingly realizing he might have frightened her, and imdiately stopped his action of undressing.
After hesitating for a second, he pulled on the fabric at his shoulder forcefully, ripping off a piece of gauze directly with his hand.
Sumr subconsciously glanced over, discovering an incompletely healed knife wound on the man’s shoulder.
The wound was deep, as if the knife had cut to the bone.
Because it was stitched, it looked like a huge centipede, incredibly terrifying.
"This wound..." Sumr was taken aback, the injury bleeding again from his forceful removal of the gauze, looking particularly chilling.
At this mont, a thought suddenly flashed in Sumr’s mind.
When she was abroad, late one night after leaving a dinner gathering, she passed by a street and found a man being attacked, with the assailants wielding large machetes.
Abroad, such incidents weren’t uncommon, and Sumr initially ignored it, but seeing the assailants directly slashing at the man, sensing soone could die, she imdiately rushed over and fought those people.
Her skills were decent, but outnumbered, she could only pull the man away and run, managing to lose the attackers after dashing through over ten streets.
Finally, she gave the man so money and called him a cab to the hospital.
At that ti, the man was wounded on his shoulder.
In an instant, the bloodied man’s face aligned with the face of the man before her.
"...Is it you?" Sumr asked in shock.
The man let out a long breath, ignoring his still bleeding wound, and said excitedly, "I looked for you forever abroad, but then another friend who was being hunted too went missing, so I had to return ho first. But I continued to send people to search over there, finally found you, and then lost the trail..."
Sumr suddenly recalled a call from her assistant and, after hesitating for a mont, asked, "What’s your na?"
"Julian Kingston! My na is Julian Kingston!"
"..."
She understood, everything beca clear.
Sumr looked deeply into the man’s eyes, her expression returning to calmness, raising a smile and said, "Didn’t expect I accidentally saved the president of JH Group. Are you doing well now?"
The man nodded vigorously, "I’m great, everything’s great."
"That’s good then." Sumr pointed to his shoulder and said, "I noticed you seed to bleed again just now, you should go to the hospital, I need to head ho."
"No problem, no problem!" Julian Kingston shook his head and said, "Small injury, nothing serious. Where are you living now? All settled in the country? May I... have your contact details? I’d like to repay you."
Sumr felt sowhat helpless, why does everyone like to repay others so much?
She quickly shook her head and said, "I’m doing well, no need for repaynt, seeing you’re safe puts at ease. So, goodbye then."
Sumr waved and began to walk outside.
But after a few ters, she found Julian Kingston was still following her.
She turned her head in puzzlent and asked, "Anything else?"
"No... nothing." Julian Kingston scratched his head, sowhat helplessly said, "I just feel it’s too late, walking the night road alone is unsafe. Let escort you ho. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you."
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