Chapter 1008


    Without a doubt, Josie was well aware of the situation. She furrowed her brow and said, “Allow him to


    enter.”


    Mallory stood up leisurely, passing by Morgan, who had been waiting at the door all this time, and said


    to Justin, “Let’s go inside.”


    Quietly, Justin followed. However, he was stopped by Mallory’s remark. “Remember your manners.”


    Justin hesitated for a moment but continued forward.


    Since she was essentially his superior, a gentle reminder from her wouldn’t hurt.


    The man sitting in the corner emitted an aura of destion, an unusual disy of exhaustion. Ryan,


    who had been standing nearby, couldn’t help but speak up. “Ms. Whiteford, our boss has been waiting


    here for three to four days. This is truly unfair.”


    Mallory raised an eyebrow and replied, “Indeed, it is unreasonable. Let him go then.”


    This was the first time Mallory hade face to face with Morgan. His eyes were expressive,


    concealing a sharp edge. He seemed vaguely familiar, but it was evident that he was no ordinary


    individual.


    Ryan seemed to want to say something more but was silenced by the intensity in Morgan’s gaze.


    “Mallory…” He pronounced her name, syble by syble. “Have we met before?”


    She paused, intently studying Morgan’s face.


    Their eyes locked.


    Mallory remembered everything.


    Long before she deliberately provoked Calvin, she had encountered him. It was a hadn’t yet attended


    university and hadn’t met Morgan.


    At that time, she had returned to her home country from abroad. By the time she arrived at the airport,


    it was already three in the morning.


    Even in the early hours, the airport remained bustling with people.


    She maneuvered through the crowd, her phone continuously buzzing with iing messages. They


    were from her questionable friends: “Don’t rush off after disembarking from the ne. I’ve arranged for


    someone to pick you up. Call this number.”


    Mallory typed with one hand, slowly responding: “Finally, I have the chance to be human for once.”


    Back then, she was engaged in a dispute with Calvin, and it took her a few months of wandering


    outside before she finally returned.


    In the middle of the night, she didn’t want to struggle anymore. She epted the act of kindness,


    promptly leaving the parking lot. Simultaneously, she dialed the number, which was a local one.


    The airport was filled with noise, asionally interrupted by the roar of a car engine. Amidst the


    commotion, Mallory strained toprehend the words spoken to her. “Just around the corner ahead of


    you, turn around, and you’ll see me.”


    He possessed a rather pleasant voice.


    In the presence of strangers, it was always crucial to make a good impression, especially when it came


    to a friend’s acquaintance, with whom she was bound to interact frequently in the future. Mallory lifted


    her head and straightened her posture, attempting to appear less fatigued.N?velDrama.Org content rights.


    The lighting in the parking lot was dim and unclear, casting vague shadows on people. The individual


    was d in a ck windbreaker, with a hat pulled down over his head, engrossed in his mobile phone.


    Half of his face was visible, revealing sharply defined features.


    Mallory yfully raised her eyebrows. “He doesn’t look bad.”


    “Who are you?” Morgan raised an eyebrow, ncing at Mallory, who was slightly shorter than him.


    His face disyed a puzzled expression.


    Mallory was intrigued, observing her staring at him. Morgan was the first to break the silence. “Do we


    know each other?”


    Morgan suddenly had a realization.


    Without much suspicion, he turned off his cell phone.


    The streets were deserted in the early hours, with cars speeding like arrows released from their bows.


    Mallory sat in the back seat, her gaze falling upon the man’s distinct face reflected in the rearview


    mirror. His eyes and brows held a casual indifference, as if nothing in the world mattered to him.


    “They had a gathering at home, and everyone had too much to drink, so I was called toe pick you


    up,” Morgan informed her.


    Mallory nodded in understanding, then asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”


    Morgan grinned. “You have an inkling.”


    She neither confirmed nor denied. “What if I said there was?”


    Morgan simply smiled.