No Way Back

No Way Back By Anna Mac Chapter 13

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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.

Jane had heard about Hugh Croft.

and wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him

doubted Hugh’s

afraid of someone with such

seemed to make sense if he was

why would a person like

you’ve noticed that I am the one watching you from the private room on the fourth floor

Bar.”

as if he’d

“Okay!”

Jane felt the same danger

me? I’m certain

already

exploring the escape

cowardice was not a word she had in her dictionary

idea.

man standing before him was too

away wasn’t such a bad idea in

tell what Hugh Croft wanted

a person with

question caught

no idea what

I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed

You should have felt the

there was no point

he could have her investigated with a snap

do you

agreement with

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

familiar to the job Andy recommended to

for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet to have an

too sudden. Let

definitely her

was incredibly good–looking, powerful, and came from such

rose

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

Jane wanted to be in love, being with someone like Hugh Croft

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

should just

leave me your

moment of silence enveloped both

was concise and in a pleasant

for words on how

perhaps?

question, thinking that Jane might not

easily out of

were not many people with whom Hugh

one

was like an

first time he set

had imprinted on

smell of her drove

because they

perhaps they were the same type of

had frozen

“Okay!”

her number and WeChat ID

did not want to

The reason was simple.

if she kept it from

be able to

liked pointless

through Jane’s

simple user name,

The Simpsons family of

mark “” as his WeChat

display picture was a pitch–black

you. If there’s nothing else,

proposal, I’ll think about it. Give me some

to keep her distance from

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

before he continued, “I don’t

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