PopularNovelChapter 1385 Forced To Grovel With a Smile
“How do you plan to repay me?”
Ashton was blunt with her demand. Favors always needed to be reciprocated, and she had certainly assisted the
man a great deal that evening.
“Well, how would you liketo repay you?”
Emmanuel shrugged in response as he shot back a question. He did not want to dwell for long on his musings as
he might still need official assistance from Ashton for the upcoming secret renovations, so it would be a good
opportunity to discuss it in detail with her.
“For the next few days, just sparehalf a day of your time.”
“Hm?”
Emmanuel was slightly surprised and puzzled.
“Teachhow to fight, and | don’t mean in bed!”
Ashton clarified her words to avoid any misunderstanding.
After Emmanuel dazedly nodded, she briskly led her team away.
Elena observed the entire exchange from her spot by the road.
As Emmanuel prepared to drive back, he caught sight of her elegant figure in the night.
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The last the was in Yeringham, Emmanuel had approached her in order to meet Samuel. However, six
months later, their roles had been completely reversed. This time, it was Elena who approached him.
“Mr. Lowe!”
“Ms. Lyle, is there something you need?”
Emmanuel did not hold any grudges against her. After all, she had helped him once before, and she exuded a
mysterious aura that made men want to learn more about her.
With a charming smile, Elena asked, “I've been stood up. Could you givea ride?”
After pausing for a moment, she chuckled, “It's very difficult to find a cab at this hour around here!”
Emmanuel gazed at her for a long moment.
He had always sensed that she was different from the other beautiful women he knew, but it was not until
tonight that a thought crossed his mind-could she be Creuburgian?
Her flawless face gave him a different impression compared to Mackenzie's face.
Undoubtedly, her features might have a more perfect, textbook-like charm, but Mackenzie's beauty felt more
genuine than hers.
“What? Is that not okay? I'll just walk then.”
Elena politely nodded once more before she turned to leave.
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“Get in the car.”
Emmanuel eventually agreed to her request, as he had many questions he wanted answers to. The ride back
would provide a good opportunity for those questions.
Elena hesitated for a moment before flashing a charming smile at Emmanuel that shimmered like silver
moonlight.
However, Emmanuel did not react like the other men who would gallantly open the car door for her. Instead, he
only opened his own door and immediately settled in the driver's seat.
Elena chuckled. He's the sas always. He is still that man who absolutely doesn’t understand how romance
works.
She recalled that when Emmanuel entered the private room, he did not spare a glance at all the provocatively
dressed women. At that moment, she sensed that he was different and worthy of special attention.
“Ms. Lyle, please share the location of your destination.”
Emmanuel started the car as he made the request.
As he was new to Onza, he was unfamiliar with the area. Thus, having a GPS location would make the drive
easier.
“Of course! Thank you, Mr. Lowe!”
Elena took the initiative to add him as a friend on Instagram before promptly sharing the location of her
destination.
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Emmanuel casually glanced at his phone and noticed that the profile picture she used was a bit sensual. Still, for
someone with her glamorous beauty, it was normal to use a profile picture like that.
“Ms. Lyle, forgivefor being forward.”
Emmanuel got straight to the point. “Are you Creuburgian? Why were you with Vihaan tonight? I've heard rumors
about you in Yeringham which claimed you had married into a wealthy family!”
“Hehe, | am flattered by your interest. Mr. Lowe, | am doubly honored!”
Elena spoke in a very formal manner, just like the type of woman who wanted to seem very approachable even
though they forever kept all men at arm’s length.
“However, Mr. Lowe, why do you think | am from Creuburg? Is my Chanaean pronunciation not good enough?”
“You're great at having proper pronunciation, but you just don’t feel like a Chanaean woman! Ms. Elena, you
haven't answered my question yet.”
Emmanuel focused on his driving as he solemnly kept an eye on the woman who was as beautiful and dangerous
as poppy flowers.
In Elena’s opinion, men like him inexplicably exuded a sense of authority as they could render her feminine
charm
ineffective.
Men like him were a rarity in her eyes.
“I am indeed Creuburgian, but I've lived in Chanaea ever since | was a child. My sister knows Vihaan, and he took
a liking towhen he cto Onza for business. I'm just a poor woman who's forced by a tough life to grovel
with a smile. | have no right to object to anything done to me.”
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