Just then, Noah Jackson appeared in front of the two women, wearing a white shirt and black long pants, striding towards them with his long legs!
His cold gaze swept over Mila, seemingly with a hint of displeasure...
At his glance, Mila became somewhat nervous...
The aura surrounding this man was too strong... A deliberate look from him could make people unconsciously fearful.
"Haven't you finished talking yet?" Noah Jackson frowned, asking impatiently!
However, as he approached, he spotted the white shirt she was wearing and his black eyes paused for a moment.
"We just started talking..." Seeing Noah Jackson look at her like that, Michelle Campbell, feeling uncomfortable, shifted in her seat.
Noah Jackson sat down beside her, put his arm around her waist, lowered his head, leaned closer to her face, and unabashedly sniffed her hair fragrance... "Since you're chatting, why not include me?" He sneered and then looked at Mila.
