Janelle Mills was startled by his enthusiasm, looking awkward, "It’s been such a long time."

"Janelle! It’s really you! It’s really you!!" Norberto was particularly excited and quickly switched to English, "What are you doing in Riventhal? Why are you living here?" He tightly gripped her shoulders, looked at her, then around!

Janelle smiled, not knowing how to respond, when he suddenly pulled her into a hug!

This time the embrace was so tight she could barely breathe; Janelle coughed from lack of oxygen, "Th-that...could you let go of me first."

He was still extremely excited, "Janelle! I’m not dreaming, right? We’ve met again! The world is so small!"

"Norberto, let go, let go..." Janelle struggled, pushing against his firm chest, also speaking in English, "I’m going to stop breathing, please!"

At that moment, a Maybach stopped not far away, and the sight of the man hugging the girl was caught in the eyes of Trevor Garcia in the driver’s seat, causing his body to suddenly stiffen, as if a sword had pierced his heart!

It was distinctly painful!

What was going on??

In the snowy field, Janelle finally pushed away the fervent foreign man, jokingly saying, "Norberto! You’re going to strangle me! Here, murder has consequences!"

The man, however, was all smiles, "It’s been so long, I’m just too excited, thought I mistook someone else for you! How have you been these past two years?"

From Trevor’s position, he could see the foreign man’s face full of smiles, as if his heart were blooming, and his eyes were full of Janelle, speaking animatedly about something!

Then he saw Janelle laughing heartily, clearly they were on good terms, probably old friends.

Even though foreign etiquette is more open, seeing another man being so intimately close with Janelle, Trevor felt particularly uncomfortable!

It was as if his most treasured possession was being coveted by someone else!

His expression changed, he unbuckled his seatbelt, got out of the car, and walked directly towards them.

Trevor, with a tense face, stared at the man, an aura of displeasure emanating from him.

"Janelle." His tone softened considerably when calling her name.

Hearing the voice, Janelle turned and saw Trevor standing behind her, and he said, "We need to go, Ethan is waiting."

"Oh, okay." So, Janelle waved goodbye to Norberto and introduced, "This is my friend, Trevor, we have an appointment today, we should get going."

When Norberto looked at Trevor, Trevor was also looking at him, Norberto felt the air he inhaled was filled with this man’s icy dangerous vibe.

Before Norberto could say anything, Trevor wrapped an arm around Janelle’s shoulder and directly took her away.

This surprised Janelle, being protected within his arm, as they headed towards his car, Janelle looked up to see his stern face.

Trevor’s face was less gentle and more solemn today, what was wrong with him?

Until he opened the passenger side door for her, "Get in."

She snapped out of it, bent down and got in, Trevor glanced back with a warning look at the foreign man.

Leaving Norberto looking baffled.

Trevor closed the car door, walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat, and drove off immediately.

"Boyfriend?" Norberto muttered to himself standing in the snow, "Misunderstood?"

Inside the departing Maybach, Trevor’s mood was shrouded in gloom, recalling Janelle tightly hugged by another man just now, he felt very displeased!

His eyes looking forward were filled with coldness! The fingers gripping the steering wheel inexplicably tensed up.