Summer Monroe asked with a complex expression, "Who exactly are you?"
The other person was evidently drunk and struggled to express himself clearly, finally resorting to directly removing his clothes.
Summer widened her eyes and stepped back two steps, instinctively shielding her chest with her hands, and asked in shock, "W-what are you taking off your clothes for? Don’t mess around! Otherwise, I won’t be polite to you!"
The man paused, seemingly realizing he might have frightened her, and immediately stopped his action of undressing.
After hesitating for a second, he pulled on the fabric at his shoulder forcefully, ripping off a piece of gauze directly with his hand.
Summer subconsciously glanced over, discovering an incompletely healed knife wound on the man’s shoulder.
The wound was deep, as if the knife had cut to the bone.
Because it was stitched, it looked like a huge centipede, incredibly terrifying.
"This wound..." Summer was taken aback, the injury bleeding again from his forceful removal of the gauze, looking particularly chilling.
At this moment, a thought suddenly flashed in Summer’s mind.
When she was abroad, late one night after leaving a dinner gathering, she passed by a street and found a man being attacked, with the assailants wielding large machetes.
Abroad, such incidents weren’t uncommon, and Summer initially ignored it, but seeing the assailants directly slashing at the man, sensing someone could die, she immediately rushed over and fought those people.
Her skills were decent, but outnumbered, she could only pull the man away and run, managing to lose the attackers after dashing through over ten streets.
Finally, she gave the man some money and called him a cab to the hospital.
At that time, the man was wounded on his shoulder.
In an instant, the bloodied man’s face aligned with the face of the man before her.
"...Is it you?" Summer asked in shock.
The man let out a long breath, ignoring his still bleeding wound, and said excitedly, "I looked for you forever abroad, but then another friend who was being hunted too went missing, so I had to return home first. But I continued to send people to search over there, finally found you, and then lost the trail..."
Summer suddenly recalled a call from her assistant and, after hesitating for a moment, asked, "What’s your name?"
"Julian Kingston! My name is Julian Kingston!"
"..."
She understood, everything became clear.
Summer looked deeply into the man’s eyes, her expression returning to calmness, raising a smile and said, "Didn’t expect I accidentally saved the president of JH Group. Are you doing well now?"
The man nodded vigorously, "I’m great, everything’s great."
"That’s good then." Summer pointed to his shoulder and said, "I noticed you seemed to bleed again just now, you should go to the hospital, I need to head home."
"No problem, no problem!" Julian Kingston shook his head and said, "Small injury, nothing serious. Where are you living now? All settled in the country? May I... have your contact details? I’d like to repay you."
Summer felt somewhat helpless, why does everyone like to repay others so much?
She quickly shook her head and said, "I’m doing well, no need for repayment, seeing you’re safe puts me at ease. So, goodbye then."
Summer waved and began to walk outside.
But after a few meters, she found Julian Kingston was still following her.
She turned her head in puzzlement and asked, "Anything else?"
"No... nothing." Julian Kingston scratched his head, somewhat helplessly said, "I just feel it’s too late, walking the night road alone is unsafe. Let me escort you home. Don’t worry, I won’t bother you."