"Indeed average!" He agreed, nodding his chin.
Hearing him say this, Michelle Campbell eagerly nodded in agreement.
Who knew being average has its benefits!
"So please, I beg you to let me go!" She gave him a pitiful look, hoping to invoke his sympathy!
"...." Samuel Noah Jackson pursed his lips, not responding to her, but instead gazing at her with sharp eyes.
This kind of look made Michelle feel inexplicably uneasy....
"How about this, I was framed. It was all Aaron Duncan's doing. I promise to come back once I've had my revenge. What do you think?" She asked cautiously, looking at him anxiously, afraid of rejection.
"Would you really come back?" Samuel glanced at her, his eyes full of disbelief.
Would she really willingly walk back into his clutches?
"Of course, I swear! If I don't return, let me become flat-chested!" She lifted her hand, swearing through gritted teeth, though in her heart she was reluctant to.
His eyes inevitably fell on her as she finished speaking, catching a glimpse of her before narrowing his pupils.
Ha.... what a severe curse!
"You can leave!" He pursed his lips, turned over, leapt off the bed and said readily!
He was surprisingly merciful and let her go.
"Eldest Brother, thank you!" Upon his agreement, joy filled Michelle's heart and she frantically threw off the blanket and stood up.
"Wait!" Just as she was preparing to make a quick escape, his voice echoed again.
Hearing this, Michelle Campbell paused, uneasy. Surely he wasn't going to change his mind?
Fortunately, he simply handed her a business card.
Unlike regular business cards, this one was golden and did not appear to be made of paper, it was somewhat hard...
"You can find me if you need anything," he said, her puzzled by his comment.
Nevertheless, she took the business card without asking anything further, turned and ran agilely out of the bedroom, heading downstairs.
....
Samuel chuckled coldly. She ran faster than a rabbit even when she was unwell!
A moment later, he got up from the bed and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows in the bedroom.
Looking down, he could see the form of that woman dashing away.
He pocketed his lips, then went back to the bedside, opened the drawer, and took out a small golden box.
Inside the box was a silver pendant necklace upon opening the box.
He took out the necklace, holding it in the palm of his hand.
The pendant was simple in design, handcrafted with three characters as the name.
He lowered his eyes to the necklace in his hand, then parted his lips and softly read out those three characters.
"Michelle Campbell...."
His broad palm slowly clenched, clutching the necklace as if it were a treasure.
The next moment, a faint smile flickered across his cold and detached face....
It had been three years, he was just about to look for her, and she appeared.
Huh...interesting.
....
Having bolted out of the villa, Michelle Campbell didn't dare to look back and used the fastest speed she had to run away, astonishing even herself.
Not until she left the villa district did she breathe a sigh of relief. But she was so tired that she squatted down on the ground, panting heavily.
Turning to look back at the villa which was out of sight, she finally relaxed.