Gabrielle yawned lazily and lifted her head to look out of the window.

She rubbed her eyes and wondered if she was wrong. It seemed that there was a car following her.

She had come out of the fishing village, separated from her sister, and got into the car arranged by Evan to go to Ancient City.

And in such a short time, who would want to follow her?

Was K's Clam in the car?

Really? Was it so scary? It's not really them, was it?

She tried to calm down. After all, she could train the wolves. She clenched her fist and pressed it on her chest.

The other hand reached into her pocket. She was ready to pull out her mobile phone, in case she should meet the killer. While Avery and Evan did not go far, she could ask them to save her.

She didn't touch the phone but touched a piece of paper.

She had secretly written it when Jackson had been injured and unconscious. When she had been forced to sign the contract, she had been afraid that he would badger with her later, so she had drawn up a contract by herself, and his fingerprint had been pressed on it.

Although she was often under his despotic power, she had her own principles and bottom lines.

If she wanted to break up with him, she would be determined and would never be a mistress.

Gabrielle held the paper in her hand. If one day he would badger with her because of the contract, should she throw the other contract off his face?

She found that she was much more daring to do many things since she had learned witchcraft to train wolves for no reason.

If Jackson really appeared in front of her, she should run faster than the rabbit.

What was she thinking? Gabrielle patted her forehead. He would never show up.

Gabrielle gently sighed and carefully put the paperback to the pocket.

The car braked suddenly. Gabrielle caught off guard and hit the co-pilot's seat. When she raised her head in horror, she had a petrified expression for a moment.

"Miss. Peters, we are at Ancient City."

She knew that she has arrived at Ancient City as there was a huge stone gate plaque with the two words on it. She could saw it.

What was this?

Why were so many people standing at the door?

Were they waiting for her?

How did they know she was coming?

Or did they know she was coming in advance by witchcraft?

Gabrielle opened the door to get off. Standing in front of the crowd was Lord Milburn.

She smiled awkwardly at Lord Milburn and then walked to him. When she was almost getting closer to him, she found Lord Milburn reached his hand. Was he about to shake hands with her?

Out of politeness, she reached her hand out and quickened the pace, but Lord Milburn passed by her.

He was not to shake hands with her. She awkwardly put back her hand. When she was looking back, she was stunned.

It was no wonder there were so many people in front of the gate to greet Mr. Black.

When she saw Mr. Black come down from an unknown black luxurious car, she frowned.

Wasn't this the one that had followed her all the way?

She thought it was K's Clam who was after her.

But this man's features were as delicate as a porcelain doll. Even women would be jealous of his appearance.

He was different from Jackson.

The appearance of the man immediately attracted all kinds of women's attention.

Lord Milburn rushed to the front and reached out to the man, but the man refused to shake hands with him. He walked straight to Gabrielle as if he did not see him.

Gabrielle found there was no one beside her. Would he turn mad as the last time?

Thinking of this, she retreated, but the bodyguards were faster than she was and blocked her way at once.

What's going on?

Gabrielle touched the jade whistle hanging in front of her chest. She found when the man walked step by step towards her, he has been staring at the jade whistle.

"Stop, don't come over," Gabrielle warned him. After all, their first meeting last time was not a very pleasant experience.

But when Mr. Black came to her, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Your Grace."

Gabrielle blinked and took steps back, "Are you insane? You mistake me for another person every time. Do you know this makes me very troubled?"

If Mr. Black mistook her for Tina, she would not be so surprised. What did he call her just now?

She didn't know who she was anymore.

The people around all took a deep breath. Who was she? Why did the president kneel on one knee?

"Look at her. She was ordinary. Did the president get the wrong person, or did he kneel on one knee to propose to her?"

"She looks so young. She could not be over eighteen years old."

"Could she be a princess of any country?"

"When did our president kneel to the princess on one knee? It must be a proposal!"

Everyone began to whisper, but no one could guess the truth. At last, when Lord Milburn saw the whistle, his face changed greatly. He walked behind Mr. Black and also knelt on one knee, "Your Grace."

Gabrielle finally heard what they were calling, but she was not far from breakdown.

"No. You've got the wrong person. I'm not your king. I come to inquire about Tina. I just want to know if I look like her. Don't do this, or I'll kneel to you too."

Who couldn't kneel?

Gabrielle was really afraid. She looked around. Were they filming something? She was good at this kind of play.

Hearing that she was going to kneel, Mr. Black, who knelt on one knee, finally got up, bowed his head in front of her and said with caution, "If I offended you last time, please forgive me."

Gabrielle giggled and asked him in a low voice, "Are you joking with me?"

Mr. Black, "..."

Lord Milburn, "..."

Gabrielle waved her hand, indifferently, "Have you finished? I need to talk to Lord Milburn or you."

Gabrielle took a quick look at Mr. Black. She had heard that Tina had had a relationship with him before. Then he must be the one who knew Tina best.

Mr. Black raised her head and found Gabrielle was looking at him. He murmured, "She really looks like her."