Chapter 97


    Chapter 97 Jackson Collins


    He was wearing a royal blue shirt and a coat of the same color. From a distance, he looked slender and


    had a powerful aura.


    As he approached, she could see the face under the gold–rimmed sses. The tenderness had faded


    away, leaving only a clean and mature look.


    After so many years, when she saw the young man again with a new title “Jackson Collins”, she could


    only felt calmness and even no waves in her heart.


    Amelia waved to them symbolically. “This way!”


    When the man saw her waving in the crowd, he was slightly


    stunned.


    His business trip to Arcadia primarily aimed to attend the Bidding of the West City Project.


    He didn’t expect that Amelia would receive him. They even invited them to a dinner.


    It was hard to refuse their kindness, so he had to agree. However, he didn’t expect that the person who


    came to pick him up was Amelia.


    He was stunned for a few seconds before he returned to normal and led his men toward Amelia.


    The man, who was nearly six feet tall, was a head taller than her when he stood before her.


    He looked at Amelia. “Ms. Garcia, long time no see.”


    The words “Ms. Garcia”pletely made them like they were not familiar.


    Amelia said business–like, “Mr. Collins, pleasee with me.” Then, she turned around and left.


    She walked toward the underground garage indifferently.


    The man behind her frowned slightly when he felt that she did not like him.


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    He hesitated for a moment before walking up to her. “Ms. Garcia, you’re not still angry with me?”


    Hearing this, Amelia suddenly stopped and looked at him. “What right do I have to be angry with you?”


    Jackson felt a little helpless, but he still apologized sincerely. “I’m sorry, Ms. Garcia. I lost my memory. I


    really can’t remember you. That’s why I treated you like that five years ago. I hope you won’t keep


    ignoring me for this reason…”


    Amelia looked up at the face before her, exactly like Ryan’s. Her calm heart was suddenly torn apart.


    She wanted to ask the man infront of her if he had lost his


    memory or if he was pretending not to know her.


    Five years ago, after he woke up, he learned that she had sold herself to save him.


    He was still like a madman, pressing her down on the bed, kissing her crazily, and then strangling her


    neck. He med her for betraying him.


    Why did he suddenly lose his memory when the people of Collins Group said he was the young master


    of them who was identally lost?


    If he had lost his memory, why did he say that when she went to the Collins family to beg him not to


    abandon her?


    Amelia closed her eyes. Her heart ached when she thought of the two hard kicks he had given her.


    At that time, she didn’t believe Ryan had lost his memory. She only felt she was no longer a virgin, so


    he didn’t want her.