Selena gave him a strange look. "Are you really that kind-hearted?"
Aaron didn't respond, only looked at her with a half-smile.
Selena thought for a while and finally calmed down. Clearing her friend's name was the most important thing now. If Aaron could really help, maybe there was hope.
"I'll help you," Selena said, noticing his disheveled belt. She moved closer and began to adjust it with her fingers.
As she leaned in, a faint fragrance from her perfume wafted to Aaron's nose. He stared at her face and suddenly said, Actually, you'd be a good fit for the entertainment industry. Have you ever considered it?" Selena finished adjusting the belt and stepped back. "I'm not interested in fame."This text is property of NĂ´/velD/rama.Org.
When she moved away, the scent disappeared, leaving Aaron with a surprising sense of loss. His eyes flickered for a moment before he said, "My offer still stands. If you change your mind, let me know. I can m
Selena smiled. "Thanks."
Aaron fell silent.
Aveline went to the police station to inquire about the food test results.
She still couldn't understand why she didn't get poisoned even though she had eaten the same food.
However, when she arrived at the station, she was told the results were not ready yet.
Disappointed, Aveline walked out. The sky had darkened, and thick clouds rolled across the horizon, pressing down like a weight on her heart.
The heavy gloom completely enveloped her as she walked. along the roadside, somewhat lost in thought.
Just then, the roar of a motorcycle engine sounded behind her.
"Watch out!"
Someone suddenly pulled her to the side by her arm.
The motorcycle zoomed past her, and if she hadn't been pulled away in time, it would have definitely hit her.
"Thank you..."
Aveline, still shaken, turned to express her gratitude.
To her surprise, the person who had pulled her to safety was Russell.
"Mr. Skyler, it's you."
Russell's brows furrowed. He had dyed his hair again, this time pure white. His exquisite features and mischievous eyes made him look like a handsome character straight out of a comic book. "What's wrong with you? How can you be so lost in thought while walking?" Russell asked, looking at her with concern.
Aveline's long eyelashes fluttered as she said, "I was just thinking about some things."
Russell responded, "You need to be more careful in the future. If something really happens, it might be too late."
Aveline nodded. "Alright, I understand. By the way, what are you doing here?"
Russell raised his chin and pointed in a direction, "A friend of mine got into some trouble, so I came to get him out."
Not far away, a few men were gathered, smoking and occasionally glancing over at them.
Aveline said, "Oh, I see. I won't hold you up then. I'll get going."
"Wait..." Russell stopped her. "You haven't told me what's going on. You look terrible. What happened?"
Aveline didn't want to talk about it or involve Russell in her troubles. Things were already bad enough, and if he got involved, it could take an unpredictable turn. "It's nothing," Aveline replied.
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly and then said, "Alright, but if something comes up, you can tell me. Maybe I can help. By the way, are you still selling your house?"