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.

heard about

harsh measures. Whoever offended him would wish

doubted

would be afraid of someone with such nobility and

to make sense if he was

would a person like him

noticed that I am the one watching you from the private room

Bar.”

if he’d sensed

“Okay!”

Jane felt the same

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

had already started stepping

was exploring the escape routes

was not a word she had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she was

idea.

standing before him was too

wasn’t such a

what Hugh Croft wanted

a person

sudden question caught her

no idea what you’re

exposed yourself. You are one

have felt the sense of familiarity on me, am I

was no point in her to

her

what do you want,

to sign an agreement

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

to the job Andy recommended

the one that announced the search for people with Omega

Let me think

was definitely her

good–looking, powerful,

every rose has its

wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for

love, being

high risk of her losing her life by the side of a man like Hugh

she should just forget

leave me

of silence enveloped both

concise and in a

at a loss for words on how she should

number, perhaps?

that

easily

many people with

one

like

first time he set his

imprinted

her drove

it was because they had the

were the same type of

the wound that had

“Okay!”

both her number

was not that she did not want

The reason was simple.

kept it

to dig

liked

scanned through

a simple user

picture of The Simpsons family of five

a full mark

was a

nothing else,

think about it. Give

her distance from

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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