Chapter 141 Boyfriend
At that moment, George strolled over and saw Anna crying her eyes out. His brow furrowed a bit. He glanced at her, then turned to Emma, asking coolly, "What's going on?"
"George, perfect timing! She's a backstabber trying to set me up!" Anna rushed to George, hoping he'd take her side against Emma.
But George's face was stone cold. He shoved her away, his voice dripping with disdain. "Get lost."
Anna was stunned, unable to believe George's coldness.
"George, I just want you to know the truth!" she pleaded, trying to get his attention. "Isabella's trying to wreck our relationship on purpose!"
"Anna, don't make me be cruel to you." George's voice was icy. With a curt wave to the crowd behind him, a burly bodyguard stepped forward, nodding at George.
"Get her out of here. I don't want to hear her voice again."
"Yes, Mr. Russell."
The bodyguard dragged Anna out of the store without mercy.
"Let go of me! George, have you forgotten our promise at Dreamscape Peak?" Her voice echoed, but no one responded. The crowd felt sorry for her but couldn't do anything.
"George! You can't do this to me!" Anna cried out in despair, but he stood there, indifferent, his eyes full of disdain and disgust.
"What a sad woman," a passerby muttered, shaking their head.
Anna was dumped by the trash bin on the street. Even the trash bin's sign seemed to mock her.
'I'll make you all regret this!' Anna swore silently. Despite the humiliation and pain, a spark of defiance still burned inside her.
After Anna was gone, Emma didn't soften towards George.
"Mr. Russell, don't come here again. I thought I made it clear; I'm not Emma."
"I know. I just wanted to see you."
"Are you here to reminisce about Emma? Mr. Russell, I'm not a stand-in for a dead woman."
Emma tilted her chin towards where Anna had left.
"Now everyone knows what Anna did to Emma. She did all those horrible things out of jealousy. I don't want that happening to me. Please, stay away from me, okay?"
"I'm sorry," George said softly.
Emma was taken aback. The apology she'd waited so long for had finally come, but it was too late. She didn't need it anymore. Looking at George's downcast eyes, Emma couldn't help but wonder, 'George, do you feel any regret now?'
George's bloodshot eyes locked onto Emma, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Ms. Taylor, can you accept my apology on Emma's behalf?"
"No." Emma shot back without hesitation. "It has nothing to do with me. Mr. Russell, please leave. My boyfriend will be here soon, and I don't want him to get the wrong idea."
George had almost forgotten that Isabella had a boyfriend.
Just then, a sleek black Bentley rolled up in front of the store. The window slid down, revealing a handsome, stern face. A dashing man stepped out of the car.
He was tall, with a confident stride. His suit was perfectly tailored, highlighting his upright posture and natural elegance.
The sunlight highlighted his chiseled features. His deep eyes were like clear lakes, radiating warmth and wisdom, as if they could see right through the people. His warm smile carried a subtle friendliness that put people at ease.
His demeanor was a unique blend of gentlemanly elegance and gentle grace.
Every movement was unhurried, as if time itself slowed down around him. Even in the noisy setting, his presence stood out, like a refreshing stream cutting through the chaos.
He walked towards Emma, his smile growing warmer, and Seraphine following behind him added a touch of warmth. George's eyes widened in shock as he recognized him.
It was George's uncle, Michael.
"Seraphine, hurry up. Isabella misses you," Michael called gently to Seraphine, his eyes full of care and affection. Seraphine ran to his side excitedly, her face lighting up with unrestrained happiness.
George watched the scene, feeling a sudden jolt in his heart. 'Why is Isabella dating Michael?' he wondered.
George doubted Isabella's identity once again, silently pondering, 'How many secrets is she hiding?'
Emma walked out of the store and smiled as she saw Michael. She walked to his side, gently holding his arm, her eyes sparkling with happiness.
"You're here. I thought you'd be late," Emma's voice was soft and sweet.
"How could I make you wait?" Michael smiled slightly, his eyes full of affection.
Then he turned to George. "George, you're here too?"
"Yes, Uncle Michael, I'm here too."
George and Michael locked eyes, an unspoken tension hanging between them.
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