Winning Her Heart back (Emelie and William)

Chapter 210 Bring You Down With Me

Chapter 210 Bring You Down With Me

Emelie looked up calmly and responded, “Mr. Juste, you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I’m not the Emily you’re referring to.”

“Oh, I see. My mistake,” Reggie said, feigning sudden realization and giving her a sarcastic thumbs–up

“Ms, Hoven, you’re correct. You’re not Emily. You’re a good citizen who provided the police with valuable information. Thanks to you, my bar is still shut down for inspection.”

Emelie’s expression remained unchanged, unaffected by Reggie’s attempt to intimidate her. With a cold smile, he addressed William, “Mr. Middleton, now that you’re here, allow me to be your guide I know this place better than anyone.”

“Sure,” William replied. Seeing no surprise or wariness on William’s face, Reggie felt once again dismissed.

After encountering two dead ends consecutively, he turned his head and snapped, “Go away, you dogs! You’re scaring the guests!”

The dogs, initially ready to attack, Immediately lowered their cars and barked a couple of times. They retracted their fangs and claws but didn’t leave; instead, they continued to circle around them.

Reggie guided them around the village, offering a tour and introducing them to the community.

As Emelie and Samuel walked side by side, Samuel suddenly asked, “Was this the man who orchestrated the abduction at the bar that night?”

Emelle pursed her Eps. “Yes,”

lenses, the cold, murderous

wearing a short skirt that

you seen enough? There’s nothing here

to Melanie He found her habit of constantly grabbing his hand

indulged her somewhat, partly out of respect for the Swanson family and partly because she was the woman Emelie had arranged

he grew irritated every time

“Ms. Swanson, your place isn’t beside me.

free to

pouted. “Will, you weren’t this distant

weren’t this

and bat

as confirmation. She stomped her foot in

apologized to you, and you still went and talked badly about me to will! How could you be so

inadvertently stepped on something soft and unfamiliar in the thicket. Without looking back, she retorted, “Ms. Swanson, you apologized to me? When? I don’t recall receiving

accusingly at her. “You!”

darkened “Melanie!

giving anyone a chance to react, the dogs turned aggressive and hinged at the

villagers, totaling around twenty to thirty individuals crowded onto a narrow path that was barely

wide