YM778.TV Chapter 652 - 652: Why Was He So Stupid?
When he looked Ann over carefully, he found that there were some differences between Ann and Elisa.
Although their appearance, height, and figure were almost identical, besides their dress and makeup, their temperament was also quite different.
Ann was a wild rose that was difficult to tame.
Elisa was a lily, simple but stubborn, and immaculate in his eyes.
Why?
It was easy to tell the two sisters apart. Why was he so stupid?
Savannah, seeing that he was guilty and contrite, whispered, "Don\'t blame yourself. Ann and Elisa looked so alike that I also took Ann as Elisa when I first saw her. You only saw Elisa once, and it was normal for you to mistake them."
It was also because Andrew had been too nervous about Elisa, worried that someone else might have taken advantage of her.
"Well, well, don\'t regret it here. Elisa\'s waiting for you in the school." Ann gave a fatalistic shrug as if saying why her future brother-in-law was so slow in reacting.
Andrew said no more. He looked at Savannah and got a positive look in her eyes, and with no more hesitation, he turned and ran out of the bar.
Savannah breathed a sigh of relief. A heavy stone had been lifted from her heart.
Ann looked at Andrew\'s back, shaking her head.
"I really can\'t understand them. They fell in love at first sight when they met but wasted so many years before they got together. She should learn from me. I\'ll only be with a man who can make me happy. I\'ve always tried to avoid emotional entanglements. Love hurts."
Savannah looked at Ann.
The two sisters were twins, but one was brought up by their old father, while another one followed their fashion mother. Growing up in different families and different worlds, their characters were completely different from each other.
Elisa had been living with her father, who was an archaeologist, so she was more likely to have conservative personalities. She tended to be stubborn in her feelings, and she never forgot the man she loved at first sight.
However, Ann was more like a European girl, bright and full of passion. She enjoyed her life freely while she could and never lived or died by other people\'s opinions.
The two sisters had completely different attitudes towards their feelings, but there was no right or wrong.
We had got to follow our path. No one could choose it for us. We couldn\'t regret the choice we had made in our lives, and sometimes we had no choice at all.
Savannah prayed inwardly for Elisa and Andrew and left the bar with Ann.
"Shall I give you a ride?" Ann got into a red car. Her new boyfriend, a young handsome Italian man, sat beside her.
"No, thanks." Savannah laughed and shook her head.
Ann waved to her and left with her boyfriend.
Savannah took a deep breath. Since Elisa and Andrew reconciled, it was time to explain to that overbearing man who had been in a sulk for days.
She was standing by the road waiting for a taxi when a minivan crunched to a stop in front of her.
The car door clattered open. Two local strongmen jumped out of the van, staring at Savannah and approaching.
Savannah stepped back in alarm. The security in southern Europe was not good, especially since the riots just broke out days before.
After making sure the young American woman in front of them was the target, the two strong men rushed to her quickly and grabbed her arms!
"Who are you? What do you want? Somebody! Help!" Savannah cried out, lustily for help.
They quickly gagged her and covered her eyes with a black strip, hoisting her into the van.
Savannah smelled a strong smell of ether as soon as the cloth was forced into her mouth. She felt dizzy and fainted the moment the van was moving.
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The abandoned warehouse was ablaze with light tonight.
It was empty except for a few broken containers, with graffiti painted all over the walls. The warehouse had become a secret gathering place for the jobless or gangsters in Milan.
The severity of the piercing cold in the air indicated it was a dark world different from the outside.
In the middle of the warehouse was an old sofa, on which sat an Italian man with a scar on his cheek. He was tall, athletic, straight, and muscular.
Around him, several men were standing with their hands behind them, waiting for orders.
Not far away, in a closed room, there was a muffled hum from a young woman.
Dressed in a sexy outfit, different from the one she wore at school, Chiara sat on the scarred man\'s lap as she cradled the man\'s neck, glaring triumphantly at the locked room door with a smile.
"Thanks for my revenge, dear. But I want to teach her myself, may I?" She asked in a sweet voice.
The scarred man was Nicolo, Chiara\'s boyfriend.
Nicolo was a leader of the branch of Italy\'s largest Mafia in Milan. He was ruthless and did everything from selling drugs to smuggling arms and even killing people. The police were unable to convict him because of his excellent team of lawyers and the support of the country\'s largest gang.
With Nicolo as her strong support, Chiara had always been presumptuous and unlawful on campus.
A few days ago, Chiara complained tearfully to Nicolo that she was bullied at school. Nicolo couldn\'t believe it. Everyone in Chiara\'s school knew she was his woman. How could anyone dare to bully her?
Chiara told him it was an American girl who had several professional bodyguards followed to protect her.
But Nicolo had been domineering in Milan. He didn\'t even bother to care who was behind that American girl. Since she bullied his woman, he could by no means tolerate it.
Two days ago, he sent his men to follow that girl and found that there were always at least two bodyguards around her, and it was indeed very tough.