Chapter 299

Samantha, still talking to Yvette, stiffened instantly upon hearing those words. She thought to herself, “Three years ago? An underground bar in South East Aploth? Of course, I had been there. Not only had I been there, but I also did something so foolish that I don’t even want to remember it now!

Samantha’s head started to ache, Could it be that she had such bad luck to run into him here? That would be incredibly unlucky!

Samantha’s silence drew the attention of everyone present. Except for Charles, who was glaring at her. Jeremiah and Andrew also turned to look at her. They thought, ‘What’s happening now? Could it be that they met three years ago? From Charles’s words, that’s what it seems to suggest.

Yvette glanced at Charles, who was clearly very angry, lowered her eyes and raised an eyebrow. A glimmer passed through her cool eyes. She thought, “Three years ago, there was a rumor about Charles in the underworld of Mysonna, and no one knew if it was true or not. Now, it seems that it must be true.

Samantha raised her head.

She smiled brightly as she scrutinized Charles. She thought, ‘Indeed, his face looks quite familiar. But it was so dark at that time that I didn’t really seen him clearly. Now, upon closer inspection, his facial features, face shape, and even his body build are all quite similar. Who else can ask such a question besides the person himself? Clearly, his name is Charles. Oh my god! If only a lightning bolt would strike me now and knock me unconscious. I must deny it all the way. After all, back then, he was incoherent and definitely didn’t get a clear look at my face. Otherwise, would he be so polite in asking, instead of just strangling me?‘

Andrew thought, ‘I have never seen Samantha this silent before. Something is definitely fishy between the two of them. I am really curious and must get to the bottom of this. On a dark and windy night, in an underground bar, what could a man and a woman possibly do? Just imagining the scene makes it seem pretty wild!‘

Andrew’s gaze darted between Charles and Samantha, looking as if he had suddenly realized something, and began his daring and reckless speculation. “Samantha, you’re not that kind of heartbreakers? Three years ago, you ran into Charles at an underground bar in South East Aploth. He fell in love with you at first sight, and you were mesmerized by his good looks. After a night together, you got what you wanted from him but didn’t cherish it, and then dumped him and came back, right? Just admit it.” He was almost ready to hold up a sign that said “Samantha is a heartbreaker!”

As he was feeling smug about his brilliant guess, Samantha stood up from her chair with a smile and kicked Andrew, who was grinning like an idiot. Andrew was completely unprepared and fell to the ground from the kick.

Andrew got up from the floor, rubbed his buttocks and complained to Samantha, “Hey, you ambushed me! At least give me a heads–up next time!”

Jeremiah sat next to Yvette, peeling a pomegranate. Halfway through, the crystal–clear pomegranate seeds lay beautifully on a transparent plate. He glanced at Andrew, who was getting up from the floor, and said to Samantha in a calm voice, “Too gentle.”

Yvette gave Andrew a sideways look, curled her lips, and said slowly, “You can give it another kick.”

Andrew thought, “The world is getting more dangerous. Jeremiah and Yvette are becoming increasingly inhumane.‘

Samantha looked at Andrew and gritted her teeth, wondering what sin she had committed in her past life to have such a troublesome younger brother. Grinding her teeth in irritation, Samantha said, “Andrew, you really are my true brother.”

Andrew replied defiantly, “Samantha, it’s not my fault. Novels always start with the couple chasing each other, until one finally can’t escape. That’s how it goes! I’ve read about Charles’s questions in novels before. I just made a guess. If it’s not right, okay, but why kick me?”

Samantha got even more upset at this. Andrew, a man, preferred nothing more than staying at home reading romance novels.

An entire wall in her house was covered with all kinds of comic books and various novels. In reality, he hasn’t even been in a relationship, yet he gave Mr. Chavez tips about love. He was all talk and no action.

Yvette lounged casually in the armchair, sipping a glass of red wine. She raised her eyes, glanced at Andrew’s sad face, and then turned her head to look at Jeremiah who was peeling a ponegranate. She said to Jeremiah in a clear and cold voice, “Did Andrew give you the novel?”

Jeremiah’s hand paused briefly. He tilted his head and gently pinched her soft fingertip. He said in a deep voice, “Yes”

Yvette smirked and finished the wine in her glass. Then she stopped speaking. She had a goal.

Charles stared at Samantha, ignoring everyone else, and asked again, “Was it you three years ago?”

Samantha felt the eyes on her back and her body stiffened slightly. She turned around to face Charles’s suspicious dark eyes and instantly adopted a sweet demeanor. Her attitude was exceptionally polite. “Charles, I think you’re mistaken. I didn’t go to South East Aploth three years ago. Maybe the woman you me just looked like me, and that’s why you got us confused.” She couldn’t admit it, no way. Admitting it might get her into serious trouble.

Charles clearly didn’t believe any of it and was now completely sure that the woman from back then was Samantha, standing right in front of him, as stubborn as ever. He thought, ‘After all these years, I have finally caught up with this woman. I had become the biggest joke in Mysonna’s underworld back then just because of her!

Charles’s expression was ice–cold, veins bulging on his neck. He stared at Samantha with an unreadable smile. He pressed his lips together and softly asked, “Samantha, do you remember if there was a check for 15 million dollars inside that dress back then?”

Samantha instinctively shook her head and immediately denied it. “Are you kidding? What check? It was just a piece of scrap paper.”

As soon as she finished speaking, the pavilion fell into silence.

Samantha looked at the silent group. “Why are you all staring at me like that? I mean it, I wouldn’t take that kind of money!”

Andrew nudged Samantha’s sleeve with a peculiar expression on his face. He thought, ‘Even Samantha isn’t always sharp, is she? Haven’t she just admitted it herself?‘ Then he said, “Samantha, you’ve exposed yourself.”

Samantha finally realized what was happening, and her expression instantly froze. She thought, ‘Shit! Charles doesn’t play by the rules. If it weren’t for my guilt, I wouldn’t have been tricked out like this. I was being too careless.’ Samantha immediately took two steps back and looked at Charles with caution.

Charles kept a stern face, his fists clenched tightly. He had vowed back then that if he ever caught this woman, he’d tear her apart. Little did he expect that she was actually a friend of Yvette. So now he couldn’t hit or kill her, which made him even more frustrated.

The atmosphere on site wasn’t good at all. The two of them stared at each other and there was an indescribable meaning in their eyes.

Andrew rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He wondered if guessing again would get him another kick. Forget it. He couldn’t afford another kick to his rear. Better not take that risk.

Andrew asked cautiously, “We’ve been chatting for a while. Mind if I ask something? What really happened between the two of you at that bar in South East Aploth three years ago? What kind of grudge are you holding? Come on.”

Upon hearing this, Charles’s demeanor became even colder, with the air pressure around him suddenly dropping. He furrowed his brow and spoke in a frosty tone, “Let Samantha explain what she did, alright?”