The Protector

Too afraid to move, he remained completely still. “What—what are you doing?”

“Stop talking! Let me hug you for just ten minutes. For these few minutes, you belong to me.”

Hearing this, Levi stopped himself from breaking free of her grasp. He simply stood still and let her hug him silently.

After ten minutes, Abigail let go of him.

That very day, Abigail left South City for her internship in South Hampton.

Both South City or North Hampton contained her memories of Levi, and she needed to leave them behind for a while.

In the end, the three parties involved wrapped up the incident with a laugh.

However, all of them knew exactly what had gone on in Abigail’s heart.

With the help of the Black family, Abigail arrived at her lodgings in one of the five-star hotels of South Hampton.

When she walked into the lobby, however, she immediately heard someone mention Levi’s name.

Immediately, she stopped in her tracks and listened to their conversation intently.

A few people were chatting on the sofas nearby.

“Are you sure? Is he really called Levi Garrison?”

family of North Hampton. He was

since he was a kid. I can’t believe

Gates and the Caesars have gone down to South

…

of excitement coursed through

What?

talking about

Levi’s birth parents and family in

was

an important piece of information about him

wondered if she should

a long time, she decided not

had already made up her mind to forget him. It would be best if she refrained from contacting

in South Hampton had been built in an architectural style that was distinctly German. Within it, stately villas stood like trees in a

family home of the Joneses, who were one of the royal families in

of the few clans that had actually earned their position. They were much more powerful than the average aristocratic

of the Gates family had to humble themselves

enormous wealth alone wasn’t enough to illustrate the massive scale of their

having family members in

influence in society could they maintain their powerful position

things became even more complicated. Determined to ensure the proliferation of their clan,

moment, someone dashed into Edburg Manor, yelling as he went. “Bad news, Mr.

was seated in the drawing room, his legs crossed like a Turk. He was sipping tea slowly, his brows furrowed in