Brooksdale, by the clear Whispering Lake.
The environment here is quite peaceful, with a large mansion sitting at the center of the lakeside.
Right behind the mansion is Brooksdale's famous Emerald Lake Mountain. It can be said that the geological position of this mansion is the best in all of Brooksdale.
Of course, there is another crucial reason. This place belongs to a prominent family—the Miller Family of Brooksdale!
The history of the Miller Family in Brooksdale can be traced back to the Ford Dynasty, and the ancestors of the Miller Family included a general from that era!
Once, a single rider charged into enemy forces, killing nearly a thousand enemies! And he emerged unscathed!
This battle directly pushed the Miller Family to its peak!
Later, as time went by, the Miller Family gradually declined, but in Brooksdale, they still firmly occupied the throne of the Four Great Families!
No one in Brooksdale could shake them!
At this moment, in the courtyard of the Miller household, a young woman is watering the flowers.
The young woman is quite stunning, wearing a black tight-fitting camisole on top, and white casual pants on the bottom, accentuating her tall, slender figure, making her appear both alluring and graceful.
She is the daughter of the Miller Family, Samantha Miller.
As Samantha Miller waters the flowers, a hint of gloom flashes in her beautiful eyes.
Ever since the Johnson Family of Brooksdale was wiped out by that person from Silverwood, she has frequently had nightmares. In these dreams, a bloodied young man always appears, although she cannot see the young man's face clearly, she's certain the young man is David Johnson.
The David Johnson whom she had humiliated in front of countless people.
She did it just for fun five years ago, but five years have passed, and now she actually feels somewhat regretful.
She sighed, put down the watering can, and murmured, "Why do I keep thinking about this guy? Just a loser, even if he isn't dead, given his cowardly nature, he might already be wandering the streets, becoming a true waste."
Just then, Kimberly Gibson walked over, panting.
"Sam, I finally got to see you, we probably haven't seen each other for more than half a year, right? You're getting prettier and prettier now, I bet countless people are head over heels for you!" Kimberly said excitedly.
But Samantha Miller only nodded slightly, without much warmth: "Sit down."
"Okay." Kimberly also sensed the coldness from the other person. She knew very well that after graduating, Samantha Miller went abroad, stayed outside for three years, and came back seemingly like a changed person, making her feel a bit unfamiliar.
"You said you saw David Johnson, are you sure it's the same David Johnson who confessed to me?" Samantha Miller said casually, her tone quite indifferent as if unconcerned about the matter.
Kimberly nodded, explaining the incident at Central Plaza today.
When Samantha Miller listened, she initially showed no expression, then frowned, and finally fell into deep thought.
After a long time, she looked up and asked, "So, you're saying you're not sure if that guy was David Johnson? He just looks similar, and his surname happens to be Johnson?"
Kimberly was taken aback but still nodded.
"I've dealt with Samuel Thompson, this man is extremely shrewd, and also very prideful. You said he bent over backward for a young man, it's not impossible.
But that young man must have an extremely high status, or possess extremely strong power!"
"Do you think that loser, even if alive, could have achieved anything after five years?"
Samantha Miller said confidently while fiddling with the flowers and plants.
Kimberly just wanted to speak, but Samantha Miller continued: "The Johnson Family disappeared five years ago, and David is gone too. Even if he survived at Deepwater Lake, he could only have become a homeless vagrant.
This world cannot accommodate such insignificant ants; he will only be mercilessly crushed by the rules of this world and then slowly succumb. Wasn't what happened at Mistwood Manor five years ago the best proof? Kimberly, do you understand what I mean?"
Kimberly feels she can no longer understand the Samantha Miller before her; the current Samantha Miller seems to have a strange arrogance, as if controlling everything whether in her words or her gaze.
She knows this aura must be built on strong self-confidence.
She seemed to have heard at last year's class reunion that the old man of the Miller Family in Brooksdale entered some Martial Arts Realm, and the Miller Family might even become the first family to step from Brooksdale into Northridge Province.
Could this be the source of Samantha Miller's confidence?
"Sam, what if, I mean, what if... the person I saw today is really David Johnson?" Kimberly was still unwilling to give up.
Samantha Miller stopped fiddling with the flowers and sneered:
"So what if David Johnson came back? Brooksdale is no longer the Brooksdale of five years ago! I, Samantha Miller, am also not the Samantha Miller of five years ago!
Even if Samuel Thompson bends over backward for him! Even if he has strong power!
Once he stands at my Miller Family's gate, he can only gaze up at the stars like five years ago, looking at my Miller Family!"
As her words fell, Kimberly's face turned somewhat pale, subdued by Samantha Miller's powerful aura.
She really wanted to ask Samantha Miller what she had experienced over the years, but the latter had already given her marching orders.
"Alas, perhaps I'll spend my entire life looking up to Samantha Miller, I wonder what kind of man could conquer her," Kimberly murmured.
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The Grandview Apartments.
Sarah Moore and I carried large and small bags home.
It must be said that after shopping, Sarah Moore was particularly excited, and she even personally cooked a delicious meal for me.
Two meat dishes, one vegetable dish, and a soup.
I ate six bowls of rice in total before stopping, which gave Sarah Moore quite a shock.
She knew David Johnson would eat, but this was too much.
"You're like a starving ghost reborn. Anyone who doesn't know would think I'm starving you!" Sarah Moore laughed teasingly.
I then devoured all the leftovers, pat my belly, and said with a smile, "I have to say, in these years, I really haven't eaten a meal like this. Back then, my mom always..."
As I spoke, my voice suddenly stopped, then I laughed, "Let's not talk about the past. I must say, your cooking is indeed delicious. Will you cook again tomorrow?"
Sarah Moore naturally knew David was thinking about his deceased parents again. For some reason, this moved the softest part of her heart, making her eyes well up with tears, and she vowed, "If you want to eat, I'll cook for you every day. What do you think? Am I a good landlord?"
"Then you don't intend to get married?" I blinked, "Or are you indirectly confessing to me? I'm telling you, I have many requirements for a wife."
Sarah Moore was intrigued: "Tell me about it, I can help you find one."
I cleared my throat and said serious-faced, "First, big breasts. Second, big breasts. Third, still big breasts... I think you just fit in, should we make do?"
Sarah Moore quickly grabbed a throw pillow from the sofa and threw it at me!
This guy couldn't help but throw jabs with his mouth.
"Keep going... throw all of them at me... throw harder, it hurts when you throw like this..."
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