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.

wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures.

never doubted Hugh’s

too, would be afraid of someone with such

to make sense if he was

like

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

Bar.”

explained as if he’d sensed

“Okay!”

the same danger coming from his

a big shot like you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those

had already started

the escape routes around

had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she

idea.

standing before him was

wasn’t such a bad idea in

tell what Hugh Croft

person

sudden question caught

have no idea

I’m talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself. You are one with Omega

am, too. You should have felt the sense of familiarity on me, am

there was no point in her to

her investigated with a snap of

you

agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

did it sound familiar to the job

Croft the one that announced the search for people with Omega type blood

too sudden. Let me think

definitely her

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

every rose

rest of her life with someone who cared for her.

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

of her losing her life by the side

should just

leave me

silence

was concise and in a

a loss for words

number, perhaps? Or

that

not come easily out of his

were not many people with whom

was one

was like

on the first time

imprinted on

smell of her

it was because they had the same blood

were the same type

it was the wound that had frozen their heart that drove

“Okay!”

both her number and WeChat ID

did not want

The reason was simple.

kept it from him, he would

to dig

liked

scanned through

a simple user

a picture of The Simpsons family of

a full mark “” as

display picture was a pitch–black

there’s nothing else, I’ll

proposal, I’ll think about

from this dangerous

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

before he continued, “I

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