This was another dream. For five years, he had experienced it almost every night. For so many years, no woman could cause any sexual interest to him, only her in the dream ...

Counting today, he had dreamed of it for 1826 days.

Even though he was used to it, Kevin still felt irritable. He raised his slender hand, and just struck the fine sweat beads on his forehead, and the thick black hair shook a stream of water.

Kevin walked barefoot on the mahogany floor. His perfect figure was like walking down from the magazine cover, but he had the beauty that the cover model would never have, the features that made any woman scream, and the unparalleled noble and powerful air.

He calmed down his emotions, shook off the lingering pictures in his head, and went into the bathroom.

Steward Marshall heard the movement and opened the door to come in. He quickly removed the dirty bedding and spread it clean.

After that, Kevin wrapped up in a towel and walked out. As soon as the tall body appeared, there was an invisible tension in the air.

Marshall stood and bowed, seeing Kevin walk to the closet, saying: "Miss Isabella called and invited the Young Master Smith to have dinner. Should I arrange it, Young Master Smith? You can relax."

Isabella was the second-generation official and top-notch lady. She met Kevin at the reception one year ago and had invited numerous times.

Kevin took a stand-up collar black shirt, and his shoulder and back muscles rolled smoothly. He put on his shirt without turning his head back. "Noisy!"

Marshall knew that Young Master Smith didn't agree.

After 40 minutes, Kevin walked out of the villa. Assistant Henry quickly opened the Rolls-Royce car door. Kevin bent down slightly, strode, and sat in elegantly.

The car drove out of the villa, and Kevin saw in the rearview mirror that two bodyguards in front of the door were stopping a woman in sportswear and a peaked cap. The woman also wanted to break away from the bodyguards and chase after the car. Her ponytail was like an arc of clouds.

Kevin receded his gaze indifferently and instructed Henry with a light magnetic voice, "If I see this kind of people again, the bodyguards will go away!"

Henry was sweating, "Yes, president."

"Is there a clue for that woman five years ago?" Kevin pulled off his tie and his eyes were as cold as obsidian under the millennium ice sheet, which made people shiver coldly without staring at the past.

Henry stuttered, "Not yet."

"Another month, no clue. You, get out!"

Kevin's cold voice sounded, but he did not know that the woman he was looking for was getting smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror.

"Young Master Smith, don't go!"

Sophie managed to break away from the two bodyguards but only chased a trail of car exhaust. She wanted to run wildly to catch up, but was again dragged by the bodyguards.

While struggling, she was thrown to the ground, her elbows touched the ground, and suddenly she was in pain.

She looked up unwillingly, the black Rolls-Royce had disappeared out of sight.

Damn it, for a month, she didn't let go of any place where Kevin would appear, squatting and blocking him early, but she was always blocked by various people, and she couldn't approach the man at all.

Finally, she used all the relations, and got the address of Smith's Middle Mountain Villa, waiting here at three o'clock every night. But for more than ten days, she didn't even touch Kevin's clothes, not to mention talking to him!

"Assistant Brown just called. If you reappear tomorrow, the consequences are not what you can expect!"

The bodyguard's voice sounded, Sophie withdrew her gaze from the direction of the vanishing car and begged, "Couldn't you let me see Mr. Smith? I just say a few words. Only five minutes. There are really important things. It's about saving life! "