Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

had heard

about taking harsh

doubted Hugh’s

someone with such nobility and astute

to make sense if he was the legendary

person like him appear in such

the one watching you from the private room on the fourth

Bar.”

if he’d sensed the confusion Jane

“Okay!”

wonder Jane felt the same danger

me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like

already

was exploring the escape

had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was

idea.

man standing before

away wasn’t such a bad

what Hugh Croft

person with Omega blood

sudden question caught her

have no idea

I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself. You are

the sense of familiarity on

already exposed her, there was no point

her investigated with a snap

do you

want to sign an agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

it sound familiar to

with Omega type blood in

sudden. Let

definitely

incredibly good–looking, powerful,

every rose has

chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone

being with someone like Hugh Croft was too

life by

she should just

you leave me

moment of silence enveloped both of

concise and in a

loss for words on how she

perhaps? Or

question, thinking that

did not come easily out of

many people with whom

one

was like an

first time he

imprinted

smell of her drove him

it was because they had the same

the same

had frozen their heart that

“Okay!”

gave both her number and

did not want

The reason was simple.

she kept it

able to dig it

liked

through Jane’s WeChat

a simple user name, which

Simpsons

a full mark “”

was a pitch–black

you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll

think about it. Give me

wanted to keep her distance from this dangerous

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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