Chapter 004 Four Years Later

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Four years later, at Los Angeles International Airport. Elizabeth was intercepted by two men in black as soon as she stepped off the plane. "Miss Jones, Mr. York is waiting for you in the car." Elizabeth adjusted her sunglasses, her mouth curling into a sardonic smile as she dragged her suitcase. Samuel, still using these tactics on her after four years! Realizing there was no escape, Elizabeth responded in a cold tone, "No need to escort me. I'll just walk with you." Gone was the servility of four years ago, replaced by a newfound icy pride. She recognized the two men. They were Samuel's personal bodyguards. After what felt like endless twists and turns, the car finally stopped in a secluded underground parking lot. Elizabeth was forced to exit the car. Before she could utter a word, she was shoved into Samuel's vehicle by the two men. "Elizabeth, remember your place." Samuel's voice was chilling in the dim light. Following his voice, she caught sight of Samuel in the back seat. The light was too dim to see his face clearly, but she could feel his hawk-like gaze piercing through her. Four years had passed, yet Samuel's hostility and indifference hadn't changed. His voice gave it away to Elizabeth, especially when he spat her name out. It was as if Samuel was grinding his teeth. "Behave yourself at Grandpa's birthday banquet tonight. Leave immediately after offering your congratulations!" Elizabeth didn't have the chance to say anything. Once Samuel finished speaking, she was forcibly dragged out of the car by the two men in black. Then, a gust of wind blew by as two cars sped past her. Only then did Elizabeth realize where she was. It was a desolate, pitch-black place, surrounded by a few private cars, eerie and frightening. Inwardly, she cursed, "Damn Samuel, not a shred of gentlemanly demeanor. How am I supposed to get out of this place? Why did he have to drag me to such a secluded place just to talk? Is he ashamed or what?" Elizabeth removed her sunglasses as she dragged her suitcase, her vision clearing up. It took all her strength to get out of the damned underground parking lot. Once she was back in daylight, she put on her sunglasses and hailed a cab. Just as she got in, a call came in from her son. "Elizabeth, your plane landed an hour ago. When were you planning to call and let me know you're safe?" Benson Jones's childish voice carried a hint of reproach. "Or did you forget about your sweetheart as soon as you landed in Los Angeles?" Elizabeth licked her lips awkwardly, softening her voice. "Hehe, I just... I just got lost. I was about to call you." "Please, Elizabeth, you always use that excuse. It's getting old!" Elizabeth was speechless. She murmured inwardly, "So, Benson, you're really going to keep holding this against me? "If it weren't for that unbearable brute, would I have forgotten to call you? You have no idea what I'm going through." "Benson, listen, I'm officially informing you that I've safely arrived in Los Angeles. Don't worry." "Okay, Mr. Frank wants to talk to you." Upon hearing Henry Frank's name, Elizabeth quickly found an excuse to hang up. "What did you say? I can't hear you. The signal here is terrible." Benson on the other end of the line grimaced. This was yet another lame excuse!
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