Chapter 13: No Way Back
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
doubted Hugh’s
of someone with such nobility
sense if he
a person like him appear in such
one watching you from the private
Bar.”
as if he’d sensed the confusion
“Okay!”
same danger coming
such a big shot like you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly
had already started stepping
was exploring the escape
had in her dictionary after being rebirth,
idea.
man standing before him
such a
couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted from
a person with Omega
sudden question caught
have no idea what you’re talking
talking about. You’ve already exposed yourself.
You should have felt the sense of familiarity
her, there was no point in her
could have her investigated with
you want, Mr.
agreement with
Jane frowned slightly.
His proposal seemed familiar.
did it sound familiar to the job Andy recommended
the search for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet to have
Let
was definitely her
was incredibly good–looking, powerful, and
rose
second chance at life, Jane wanted to live freely and spend the rest of her life with someone who cared for her. She wanted no attachment at
Jane wanted to be in love, being with someone like Hugh Croft was too
was a high risk of her losing her life by the side of a
should
you leave me
of silence enveloped
was concise and
for words on how she
perhaps?
question, thinking that Jane
did not come easily out of his thin
with whom
was one
like
time he set his eyes
had imprinted
smell of her drove
because they had the
were the same type of
that had frozen their heart that
“Okay!”
number
not that she did not
The reason was simple.
kept it
would be able to dig it
never liked
scanned through
simple user
Simpsons family of
only had a full mark
picture was a
there’s nothing else,
about
wanted to keep her distance from this dangerous person as
“Wait!”
Hugh spoke.
“Yes, Mr. Croft?”
“Your name?”
he continued, “I don’t know
“Jane Fowler. May I ask, Mr. Croft? Can I leave now?”
“Okay.”
It was totally out of Jane’s expectations.
Hugh Croft let her leave without another word.
Jane certainly wouldn’t let Hugh catch her. She left as fast as her feet could take her.
After Jane left, Hugh was left standing on the spot.
He totally ignored the men lying on the ground, groaning in pain.
It was indeed Jane Fowler who beat them up.
They felt as if every bone in their body was broken into pieces.
Drowned in unbearable pain, they had no care about the conversation between Hugh Croft and Jane Fowler. Furthermore, the man standing before them was someone they never wanted to meet, let alone offend.
Hugh Croft was the Lucifer of Stormton City.
At this moment, a man that seemed well–trained respectfully approached him, “Mr. Croft.”
Hugh calmly spoke, “Clean up this place. I never want to see these people in this world again.”
His tonality was soft.
“He spoke as it if was just another ordinary conversation about the weather with his staff, not an order to take the life of others.”
Taking people’s life was nothing to Hugh Croft.
It was as easy as a walk in the park.
He had gotten so used to it.
“Yes, Sir!”
“Mr. Croft, does the lady from earlier also have Omega blood type?”
Hugh threw him a sideways glance. “Did you hear what we said, Life?
That one glance was enough to send Life Croft kneeling on his feet and immediately drenched in sweat.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Croft! I did not do it on purpose.”
There was a reason behind the name Life Croft.
Life did not become Hugh’s bodyguard after going through all the tests meant for Hugh’s security details.
He was named Life because Hugh Croft saved his life.
He wouldn’t have been alive if not for Hugh.
That was where Life Croft got his name.
The meaning behind his name was him bearing Hugh’s life.
Life Croft was willing to trade his life for Hugh’s without a second thought.
Despite being willing to die for Hugh Croft, Life couldn’t escape the threat of being killed by him first. He was so scared for his life that he was already on his feet.
Hugh Croft was like the King of Darkness, and it seemed natural for him to have ultimate control over his branded slaves.
“Never mind.”
Hugh let him off easily.
There was no punishment for him.
But that sent Life’s heart racing even faster.
That seemed like a bad omen.
No one could get hold of Hugh’s emotion.
He’d rather that Hugh punished him.
A punishment would seem the better option than him being so ‘forgiving.‘
“She will come to me, be it sooner or later.”
Hugh muttered under his breath.
People with the Omega blood type were gifted with extraordinary talent and physical quality.
But they would have neverending nightmares as a side effect.
Hugh was cold–blooded and heartless, and he would kill unblinkingly.
But he would be a gentleman to those he had imprinted on.
He felt a sense of obsession and possessiveness toward Jane.
There would be one day that Jane would eventually agree to enter an agreement with him with a willing heart.
It would be an agreement to sleep with the Devil.
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