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?”

man was adopted by the Garrison family of

I can’t believe they

because the Gates and the Caesars have

…

rush of excitement coursed through Abigail’s

What?

about

birth parents and family

known for a long time that Levi was an orphan, nobody had ever mentioned

such an important piece of information about

if she should

a long time, she decided not

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

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

of the Joneses, who were one

one of the few clans that had actually earned their position. They were much more

of the Gates family had to humble

enough to illustrate the massive scale

members in

extending the sphere of their influence in society could they maintain their

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

dashed into Edburg Manor, yelling as

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