Chapter 8: Silas, the richest man in the city

As for what he looked like, Ella didn't see it, but she studied medicine and was very sensitive to the smell of medicinal herbs.

The moment the car window rolled down, she smelled a faint scent of medicine...

Ella was familiar with Shennong's Herbal Medicine, so she naturally knew that people who had been suffering from long-term illnesses were likely to be afraid of light.

Special Assistant Foster urged: " Master Noah , do you want to go see the boss first?"

The little boy was distracted and said to Ella , "Sister, please wait for me for a moment. Don't run around. I'll be back soon."

Ella nodded.

The little boy ran towards the car anxiously.

The special assistant Foster who stayed behind handed over a card: "Thank you Miss Martin for saving my young master. This is a thank you gift. Please accept it , Miss Martin ."

"You know my last name is Martin ? That means you know me." Ella smiled playfully, her eyes curled up: "You don't seem to want to thank me, but you seem to be in a hurry to cut off your relationship with me."

Special Assistant Foster paused and said, " Miss Martin, you misunderstood."

"It doesn't matter." Ella turned her eyes to look at the little boy: "Tell him later, I'm leaving."

As soon as she finished speaking, she stretched out her long legs and stood up from the steps, without any intention of looking back.

Special Assistant Foster breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that this fake daughter who was driven away by the Campbell Family would get entangled with their young master.

In the afterglow, Ella carried a black bag in her hand, and her long golden hair was neatly tied up with a wooden hairpin. The sunset drowned her whole body in the halo, and her departing back was both cool and beautiful.

The man sitting in the Maybach turned his eyes away and only had time to see this scene. He touched the little boy's head with his hand and said with a smile: "Is that the person who saved you?"

"What? Where?" The little boy sat down and said anxiously, "Why is my sister gone? Special Assistant Foster !"

Special assistant Foster came over and leaned over: "Young Master."

"I haven't even left my sister's contact information, and she clearly promised to wait for me." The little boy's eyes darkened, and he was frighteningly cold: "You drove her away?"

Special Assistant Foster was shocked: "Subordinates ... "

In the entire capital , no one dares to mess with this little ancestor.

He is different from other children. Although he is only four years old , he has many tricks, is good at disguise, and has a cold temper.

Noah will only be obedient when the boss is around .

At other times, even his subordinates were afraid of him.

He never got close to people.

So he was really surprised to see Master Noah and Miss Martin like that just now.

But thinking of his duty, Special Assistant Foster admitted it and explained, "Young Master, this lady has a bad reputation. I'm afraid she has other purposes in approaching you, so ... "

"My sister doesn't know me, what purpose could she have!" The little boy's coldness became more and more serious: "It was you who didn't take good care of me that made me faint on the roadside. I had a temporary heat stroke. If it weren't for my sister, I would have died on the roadside even if I hadn't been kidnapped by bad guys. You ... "

" Noah Collins ." The man in the back seat interrupted the little boy. He was sitting there, wearing a black suit that seemed to be tailor-made for him, without a single wrinkle. A string of scarlet Buddhist beads hung on his wrists. He looked cold and abstinence. "Don't talk nonsense."

The little boy knew that his third brother was angry, otherwise he wouldn't call him by his full name. He pursed his lips tightly and threw himself into the man's arms, saying in a muffled voice: "Third brother, I finally found a third sister-in-law for myself, but now it's all gone. My sister must not like me anymore."

Clearly, he had just been pretending to be so nice in front of his sister.

The man sighed and straightened his face with his fingers: "You don't need to worry about my life event, understand?"

As the man spoke, he raised his eyes and signaled the driver to drive.

Gradually, a captivating face appeared in the rearview mirror. It had a straight nose, cold white skin, and light lip lines. It looked sickly and as pure as porcelain jade.

Who else could be this stunning beauty if not the famous head of S City , Collins Family President Silas Collins ...