No Way Back

Chapter 13 Imprint

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.

twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him

never doubted Hugh’s

too, would be afraid of someone with

seemed to make sense if

person like him appear

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

Bar.”

as if he’d sensed the

“Okay!”

Jane felt the same danger coming from his

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

already started

exploring the escape routes

a word she had in her dictionary after being rebirth, she

idea.

standing before him was too

wasn’t such a bad idea in certain

tell what Hugh Croft wanted

a person with Omega blood

sudden question caught her

have no idea what you’re talking

You’ve already exposed yourself. You are one with

felt the sense

her, there was no point

have her investigated with

what do you want, Mr.

agreement

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

sound familiar to the job Andy recommended

Omega type blood in the Darknet to

Let me think

definitely

incredibly good–looking, powerful,

every rose has

to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for her. She wanted

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

of her losing her life by the side of

she should just

you leave me your

of silence enveloped both

was concise and

for words

perhaps?

repeated his question, thinking that

not come easily out of his

not many people with whom Hugh would be so

one of

like

time he set

had imprinted on

of her drove

because they had the same blood

they were the same

wound that had frozen their heart that drove them

“Okay!”

gave both her number

did not want to

The reason was simple.

kept it from him, he would

be able to dig

never liked pointless

through Jane’s WeChat

user name, which spelled

The Simpsons

a full mark “”

was a

you. If there’s nothing else, I’ll

think about it. Give me some

to keep her distance from this dangerous person as far as

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

at her before he continued, “I don’t