Amelia William was stunned and looked at Hannah Clarke.

Hannah Clarke looked at the woman on the ground without any strange expressions, "I'm sorry, you've got the wrong person. Are you hurt?"

"Ah? Aren't you Bella? You are Bella." The old woman got up from the ground and fell to the ground again,. "My leg, my legs are hurt."

"Amelia, call the police." Hannah Clarke said in a cold voice.

"Don't you send her to the hospital?" Amelia William asked in bewilderment, feeling that this was not Bella's way of doing things.

Bella will surely send the old woman to the hospital before calling the police.

"There are trees on both sides. There is no reason to cross the road at this time. Although she is old and has poor eyes, it is impossible for such a big car to be invisible. In addition, she calls ed me Bella. Bella is your friend's name. Do you think your friend knows this woman?" Hannah Clarke said to Amelia William, staring the woman in front of her eyes.

"It's true that this woman must have been specially designed here." Amelia William patrolled around, vented her differences in the grass, pushed aside the bush, and saw several people running away.

"Hannah, it's really a trap." Amelia William said definitely.

"Get in the car." Hannah Clarke turned around and sat in the car.

"What about this woman?" Amelia William asked after getting in the car.

"We can take her to the hospital or the police station. But I don't want any of themboth. I don't have such a good heart to send someone to the hospital who wants to trap me. If we take her to the police station. They just let her in for 2 days, but it will waste my time. I will be lazy and bored." Hannah Clarke didn't want unnecessary trouble.

"At least we get to know who sent her." Amelia William took a look at the old woman who was running fast. There was no trace of injury.

"David Wilson." Hannah Clarke said definitely.

Amelia William felt her back was cold. "Did he begin to doubt you?"

"Even if he doubts, without evidence, it will be a doubt." Hannah Clarke said.

Hannah Clarke's cell phone rang. It was Levi's call and she immediately answered, "Levi?"

"Hannah." Levi Grayson's voice sounded.

Hannah Clarke took a look at the time. It was 11:00 p.m. The time difference between country A and country X was three hours. In Country A, it should be 8:00 p.m.

"Have you had dinner? How are you getting along with your classmates? Does school life suit you? Don't get cold, ok? Don't kick the quilt at night, and don't sleep too late at night." Hannah Clarke's expression softened unconsciously.

"Yes, I had dinner. I get along well with my classmates, and my teacher likes me very much. I like going to school. There are a lot of children. They are very friendly. At night, I don't kick the quilt. I just miss you. Now I live in grandma's house. My father is on a business trip. He said that it would take some days. Can you come to see me secretly?"

Hannah Clarke smiled,. "Yes, before I come to see you I have to make arrangements properly."

"It's like spy war movies. I made a chat group for us, named Levi-Hannah. I hope you don't forget what I mean." Levi Grayson said happily.

"Well, I'll never forget it, I promise." Hannah Clarke said lovingly.

"Muwwah! Muwwah! Hannah, now grandma called me to take a bath. I'll call you if I have a chance." Levi Grayson said and hung up the phone.

After receiving the call from Levi Grayson, Hannah Clarke swept the haze just now she had and her heart seemed dissolved in chocolate syrup, she felt warm.

Amelia William looked at Hannah Clarke and sighed.

Hannah Clarke was in such a state. She didn't want to fall in love or accept a new life. She refusesd to be with James Grayson. She only wanted to guard Levi Grayson without recognizing him as her son.

Levi Grayson was still young and a little more dependent on adults. When Levi Grayson grows up, maybe he won't necessarily remember Bella.

Amelia William sighed again.

She was not at ease.

Hannah Clarke had a good night's sleep. Maybe she put it down and figured it out. When she got up in the morning and ran for the third lap, her cell phone rang.

She saw that it was Eric Jordan's, and she had an idea about why he called her. She went under the shade of the tree and answered.

"I didn't fall asleep last night. I have been thinking about you all the time." Eric Jordan said and his voice sounded tired.

Hannah Clarke's heart suddenly trembled and she frowned, "and then?"

"I want to get along with you. I don't want to miss this opportunity." Eric Jordan said, pausing.

"Well." Hannah Clarke answered.

Eric Jordan was silent, and Hannah Clarke didn't hang up. She just looked far away.

"I'm a little nervous. I've been single for a long time and haven't adapted to a new situation for a long time." Eric Jordan said with a smile, buffering the current embarrassment, "I used to start a relationship after a period of understanding. Now I don't know what you like, what your interests are, what you hate, and what you don't do. If you are free. I would like to invite you to have lunch together at noon and get to know each other."

"Mr. Eric Jordan, you don't have to be the one I like. Be yourself." Hannah Clarke said.

Eric Jordan was stunned, "How do you know? Well.... I mean, how do you know I'm willing to change for you?"

Hannah Clarke smiled,. "If we try to become what the others like, then in the process of getting along with the other, one will find that he is farther and farther away from what the other like, and he will be more tired, and gradually return to what he used to be. At that time, the other partner starts to feel sad, wronged, cheated, and angry. This is exactly what you hate. This is the love you have been looking for, but haven't found true love."

"You..... Have you studied psychology?" Eric Jordan said in shock.

"You can think that I have studied. In the university, I took this as an additional course. What happened? Are you aAfraid?" Hannah Clarke's voice brightened.

"It will be a pleasure if we can have lunch together?." Eric Jordan asked again.

"Okay, I'll see you at your hotel."

"Remember to take your luggage." Eric Jordan reminded.

Hannah Clarke's brow tightened,. "You don't seem to be a person in a hurry to live together."

"Don't you want to see Stephen? I've made an appointment for you. He lives on a private island. I'll take you there after lunch. It's a bit far away, so we'll come back tomorrow. If you don't trust me, it doesn't matter, you can bring your friend with you." Eric Jordan said softly.

"Obviously, I trust you. I have an idea of how many women want to climb to Mr. Eric Jordan's bed. You don't lack women, and you can't do anything without self-discipline. It's just that Amelia William has to talk with Mr. Stephen, and I'm the escort." Hannah Clarke explained.

"Well, ok, but would you please stop calling me Mr. Eric Jordan, just Eric is fine, or you can call me sweetheart or honey?"

Hannah Clarke smiled again.

Mr. Eric Jordan also liked sweet and delicate girls. Unfortunately, she was not.

After dinner, they went to the wharf, and Stephen's boat came to pick them up.

Hannah Clarke and Amelia William followed Eric Jordan on the boat and went to the living room. Hannah Clarke reached there and found that James Grayson had also come. He was sitting on the sofa, wearing a black ascetic suit. He looked resolute and handsome. He had bowed his head and busy using his cell phone.

As he felt eyes on himer, he raised his eyes and looked at Hannah Clarke.

They looked at each other. His eyes were dark, and a cold light burst out...