Chapter 2: Never Owe Anyone a Favor (2)

The man was sitting on the ground, then lowered his head to look at the medicinal powder on the wound on his chest. Indeed, his bleeding had already stopped.

She saved him...

He lifted his black pupils and looked at the figure who was busy finding medicine for him. His eyes flickered a bit.

.......

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door. It sounded like quite a few people.

Then, a frantic knocking sound rang out.

"Is anyone there?"

Before Michelle Campbell could reply, the door was forced open!

There were more than ten of them. They were dressed in strange attire, all black, and were armed with knives and guns...

"Young Master!" As soon as they saw the injured man sitting on the ground in the room, everyone rushed over!

"Cough..." The severely injured man known as the Young Master coughed and then pointed to a petrified Michelle Campbell who dared not make a sound.

The crowd understood and two of them immediately grabbed Michelle Campbell!

Michelle Campbell, who was only sixteen, was frightened by the sight and was not able to speak.

The man slowly stood up from the ground and looked straight at her.

His face was covered with blood stains. Michelle Campbell quickly turned her head, not daring to look at him.

But he suddenly reached out to her, causing her to become even more frightened.

Her neck... suddenly felt a sharp pain.

Looking down, Michelle saw that the silver necklace that was on her neck was now in his hand.

"You... what do you want with my necklace?"

"I never owe anyone any favors, this is a token!" He vowed to repay this favor!

As his words fell, a heavy gold chain was placed around her neck.

She looked at him with wide eyes, but he had already been helped by others and turned to leave.

"Let's go!"

The group quickly disappeared as if they had never been there.

Michelle Campbell stood there stunned for a long while.

She lowered her head and looked at the hefty chain on her neck. It was a gold chain, and on it was a ring with a strange pattern...

.......

Three years later.

City A, a mansion on a hillside - this was the top-tier wealthy area!

Late at night.

A black sports car drove into a faintly lit mansion.

The car came to a stop, and a man got out.

The man wore a black trench coat, and the black leather shoes on his feet shone cleanly.

He had a handsome and unparalleled face, but his deep, black pupils radiated a sharp gaze with a coldness...

The villa was quiet, with nothing but the sound of the man's leather shoes on the floor.

"Sir, you're back." A servant slowly walked over, speaking respectfully in a low voice, "Your dinner is ready."

The man gave a slight frown, emanating a cold aura that deterred any approach.

He strode towards the second floor to his bedroom.

The bedroom door was opened, and he took long strides to walk in.

At that moment, his cold and detached face showed a trace of displeasure.

His eyebrows furrowed.

The room carried a... strange scent.

This scent... came from a person, or more specifically, it should be from a woman.

The man's complexion immediately cooled, "What is going on?" His cold, querying voice suddenly rang out.

"It's President Zhou... he... he said he wanted to give you a gift." Upon hearing his voice, the servant immediately ran out, his face white with fright.

"Throw it out!" His sexy thin lips opened slightly and a relentless voice suddenly echoed.