Chapter 16


    There were six centuries-old families in Croquen, divided between the north and the south.


    The Fowlers, the Morses, and the Walkers controlled Richworth in the north, of which the Fowlers


    were the most powerful.


    Meanwhile, the Maxwells, the Jeffersons, and the Snyders dominated Ashdale in the south.


    Nheless, after the Maxwells emigrated overseas 20 years ago for unforeseen reasons, the


    Snyders gradually declined due to internal strife in the earlier years.


    Therefore, at this moment, the most prestigious and influential family in Ashdale was the Jeffersons.


    Old Mrs. Snyder and Mable’s grandma were best friends. The former even saved thetter when


    she was young.


    Grandma Maura cherished the rtionship and supported the Snyders all these years. She even


    intended to make the two families inws.


    Hence, as soon as Mable came of age, she was called back to get engaged to Dane.


    The engagement party five years ago was extremely high-profile andvish under the Snyders’


    urge.


    Their stocks grew by five points the next day.


    After that, the Snyders developed and became sessful in the business world.


    The Jefferson Residence.


    Mable parked her car across the road from the back entrance and went in alone over the wall.


    What surprised her was that all the bodyguards at the Jefferson Residence had been reced, and


    security was much stricter than before.


    She went to the small detached building where her grandpa lived and looked around but found no


    trace of him.


    ‘Grandpa had a stroke, but instead of recuperating at home, was he sent to a nursing home by


    Uncle Frank?’


    Since Mable could not find her grandpa, she was not going to stay any longer.


    However, as she went downstairs, she identally alerted a bodyguard.


    Soon, the Jefferson Residence’s rm went off.


    More and more bodyguards ran over. Mable hurriedly ran up to the third floor and bumped into a


    beautifuldy dressed in thin clothes.


    She rushed forward, knocking thedy out before running into the guest room, preparing to jump off


    the balcony.


    Who knew that a fierce wind woulde at her as soon as she entered.


    ‘Someone is in the room!’


    Mable closed the door behind her. When she turned around, she saw ir appear in front of her.


    ‘Why is he here?’


    ir did not expect the person who came in to be Mable. He fiercely withdrew his palm and avoided


    hurting her by mistake.


    “Mable?”


    ‘Why is she in the Jefferson Residence? How did she alert so many guards?’


    Hurried footsteps were hearding from outside. Mable could not exin in time, so she dodged


    and hid in the bathroom.


    As soon as the bathroom door closed, there was a knock on the guest room door.


    Mable held the door handle and listened closely to the movements outside.


    Someone hade in to ask ir if he had seen anyone suspicious, and he said no.


    Mable was relieved.


    ‘At least he has some conscience and didn’t give me up.’


    “Come out!”


    Once the bodyguards left, ir''s cold voice came from outside the bathroom.


    Mable walked out and heard ir ask her, “Why are you here?”


    She raised her eyebrow and smiled vaguely. “I should be asking you that. ir, why are you in my


    house?”


    “Your house?” ir was stunned. ‘Is Mable one of the Jeffersons?!’


    “Is this your house, then?” Mable saw an untouched ss of juice on the table, so she picked it up


    and took a sip.


    ir’s gaze was unfathomable. “The Jeffersons don’t seem to have anyone named Mable.”


    ‘If she were one of the Jeffersons, the bodyguards would have recognized her.’


    Mable put down the empty cup. “You’ll find out next time.”


    There was no point in talking further, as she did not want the Jeffersons to know she was still alive.


    Mable wanted to go to the window to check the situation outside. However, her legs went weak after


    two steps.


    “Mable!”


    ir thought she was injured and rushed forward to hold her.


    Mable raised her head. Her delicate face was abnormally red. “Hng… It’s so hot…”


    ‘Hot?’


    ir froze and suddenly remembered the ss of juice Mable had just drunk.


    Leah Fletcher, Marissa’s cousin, had sent that up.


    ‘D*mn it!


    ‘How dare that woman try to drug me?!’


    “It’s so hot and ufortable…”


    Mable absent-mindedly pulled her cor. Herst bit of sanity was burned away by the fire, and she


    kept rubbing her soft body against ir.


    ir’s body was cold andfortable, but it was not enough to relieve her pain.


    ir tensed his jaw as he grabbed Mable’s fidgeting hands. “Mable, hold back…”


    Next, her fiery lips and tongue pressed against his Adam’s apple.


    The blood in ir’s body instantly boiled, such that it was suffocating. The veins on his forehead


    bulged, and his heart beat faster…


    ‘This feeling is too familiar!


    ‘It’s the same as that night five years ago…’


    ir stared at Mable with a burning gaze. ‘Could it be her?’Text ? by N0ve/lDrama.Org.