Return of the Prodigious Son

Stella was humming a tune as she zipped through the alleyways on her electric scooter, mentally calculating that in two days, she would receive her pay from Heavenly Scents, allowing her to pay off a part of her enormous debt. She was a super "debtor," with a million-dollar burden on her shoulders, and every morning, the first thing on her mind was money, money, money!

Lost in her thoughts, she didnt have time to brake when a huge shadow suddenly leaped out at the turn, and her scooter crashed into it with a loud bang, sending the figure tumbling to the ground. She heard a muffled groan.

Stella quickly parked her scooter and rushed to the side of the man she had knocked over. "Hey, hey, are you okay?" she asked.

It was a man with his head down, his face obscured. By the light of her scooter, Stella could just make out the blood gushing from his arm, and she clapped her hand over her mouth in shock, nearly screaming.

"Oh my God, how did it get so bad?" she thought, her heart aching at the prospect of another financial blow.

Gently, she examined his arm, which was a mess of blood and flesh, with blood still pumping out. She felt a shiver run down her spine; this was a big problem!

"Im so sorry, so sorry, its all my fault. Can you stand up? Let me take you to the hospital," Stella apologized profusely to the man who was staring blankly at her.

The girls voice was so familiar that Jake Thompson felt an indescribable pain in his heart. He strained to see her face in the dim light, his heart pounding like waves crashing against the shore.

How could this be? Was he hallucinating?

"Hey, can you get up? Youre not knocked silly, are you? Lets go to the hospital; youre bleeding a lot," Stella said, her guilt overwhelming her. Although the man had also been at fault for suddenly appearing, she felt morally obligated to get him medical help.

The soft and gentle voice brought Jake back to reality. He gripped Stellas shoulders, afraid that this was all a dream and it would vanish in the blink of an eye.

Stella winced at his forceful grip, looking at the man before her and taking a deep breath.

Wow, this man was quite handsome, with black short hair, sharp eyebrows, and a slightly thick lip, his strong and chiseled features were quite attractive. His tall and robust stature was imposing. If she were to compare him to Ron, he would be over 6 feet tall.

Stella was a typical appearance enthusiast and was momentarily captivated by his looks, staring intently at him. Upon closer inspection, she felt he bore a striking resemblance to her Ron!

His的气质 was cool and proud, not someone to be trifled with. The watch on his wrist was a Patek Philippe, worth millions, and she had some knowledge of luxury goods.

A wealthy man indeed, he definitely didnt belong to this城乡结合部的村子. Stella was puzzled as to why he was here.

Jake noticed the confusion in Stellas eyes. The situation was urgent; the men chasing him would likely arrive soon. He frowned and asked, "Where is your home?"

Stella pointed to a rusty iron door nearby, wondering why he would ask such a question.

"Take me to your home."

Too domineering! "Hey, why should I take you to my home? Are you trying to extort me?" Stella asked warily, eyeing the unknown man, who was covered in blood, fearing he might scare her grandmother and father if brought home.

Jake didnt bother to explain further, stood up, and walked directly to the gate of Stellas home, signaling for her to open the door. The footsteps of his pursuers were getting closer; he needed to hide.

Stella panicked, ran in front of him, and spread her arms to block Jakes way. "You cant go in there!"

Jake had already figured out that this girl had a soft heart. He winced in pain, slightly bent over, and pretended to faint towards Stellas chest.

"Hey, dont faint. Hey, youre not trying to scam me, are you?" Stellas chest ached under his weight, and she was both embarrassed and anxious as she caught his swaying body, unsure of what to do with this hot potato of a situation.