Chapter 793
Chapter 793:
A sharp screech cut through the drizzle as a sleek yellow Ferrari spun into view, drifting neatly before halting just a few meters away from her. Dust swirled in the air from the tires.
Stella’s brow tightened, and she instinctively stepped back.
The driver’s door swung open, and out stepped a man clad in a loud printed shirt with dark sunglasses covering his eyes.
He slipped the glasses off, unveiling a striking yet roguish face. His lips curved into what he clearly believed to be an irresistible smile as he strode confidently toward Stella.
His eyes roamed over her without hesitation, brimming with bold amusement and a hint of menace.
“Hello, gorgeous. What a pleasure to meet you!” Amon spoke with exaggerated warmth, his tone dripping with theatrics. “Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Amon Briggs. Would you grant me the honor of knowing you better?”
Stella studied the man who reeked of arrogance and entitlement, her wariness rising sharply.
Stella didn’t know Amon, but her instincts warned her—this man was dangerous.
“Sorry. I don’t know you, and I’m not interested in getting to know you,” she said coldly, trying to brush past him.
Amon sidestepped, blocking her path again. “Hey, don’t be so distant.”
His smile stayed, but his eyes grew bolder as they roamed across her face. “The more we meet, the closer we’ll get. I’ve heard a lot about you, Ms. Russell. Besides your research, what else excites you? Racing? Bungee jumping? Or maybe…”
His lips curved into a smirk. “Wine tasting? I’ve got a few vineyards overseas. You should visit sometime.”
His words dripped with arrogance. The cloying scent of his cologne pressed in on her, making her skin crawl.
Something about his frivolous, overbearing manner felt strangely familiar—like she had met someone with a similar attitude before.
Stella’s gaze turned sharp, her voice like ice. “Step aside, or I’ll call the police.”
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The police?
Amon chuckled softly, though his eyes flickered with something darker. She was different.
“No need to be so tense. I’m just being friendly. What would you even tell them—that I invited you out for a drink? That’s hardly a crime.”
His insolence disgusted her. Without wasting another word, she pulled out her phone and dialed.
The moment he realized she was serious, Amon’s expression shifted. He lunged forward, pressing the hang-up button with a swift hand. “Alright, alright, Ms. Russell. No need to get worked up. I’ll back off.”
He raised both hands and stepped back, though the heat in his gaze never wavered.
Walking toward his car, his tone dropped into a low murmur. “But… we’ll see each other again. The more I look at you, the more curious I become.”
He whistled, slid into his Ferrari, and sped off with a roar.
Stella watched the taillights vanish, her brows knitted tightly. Amon Briggs? What was his relationship with William?
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