The Lord Mayor Falls in Love with Me

Chapter 299: Recollections

Although George was already over 50, and he had become much thinner and haggard because of his

obsession with smoking recently, he was still a man, who always had the advantage in terms of

strength. Choked by him, Samantha's face soon turned red. She was unable to breathe. All the air was

trapped in her lungs. In just a short time, Samantha felt as if her lungs were going to explode and she

was terribly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, George didn't intend to strangle Samantha to death. Seeing that she was threatened, he

pushed Samantha to the ground with force.

With her hands on the floor, Samantha coughed violently for a while. Then she curled her lips and

laughed silently, which upset George.

"What are you laughing at?"

George was even angrier.

Samantha looked up to meet the man's fuming eyes and suddenly had a special sense of revenge. For

a moment, she forgot that Joey was still in the wardrobe and said hatefully, "Of course I'm laughing at

you. I'm laughing because finally, you fell into my trap. Do you know how long I've been looking forward

to this day to come? 27 years. It has been 27 years! Nine thousand days and nights! Do you know how

I managed to get over them? Every time I couldn't hold on and was about to snap, I thought of you.

Every time I thought of your face, no matter how much pain and torture I felt, I ground my teeth and

endured it for today's sake! "

George's eyes twitched. He looked at Samantha with complete confusion, "What are you talking about?

What 27 years? I don't even know you 27 years ago. Stop acting like a lunatic here. Tell me what

you've put to my cigarette. Give me the antidote immediately."

"Didn't you already know it? Otherwise, you wouldn't have rushed here so hysterically and furiously.

Don't expect any antidote or something. How could such a thing have an antidote?"

Samantha smiled like a poisonous poppy. "Once you get the first taste of it, you can only be smoking it

until you die."

George closed his eyes in despair. How could this woman be so vicious? Instead of avenging herself

directly on him, she was slowly and cruelly ruining him in such a vicious way. What kind of hatred had

driven her to be so crazy?

Abruptly, George wanted to know the reason. He temporarily suppressed his fury and resentment and

said, "To turn me into an addict, you would rather sacrifice yourself and be bait. Why? What made you

hate me so much?"

The reason that George had taken all kinds of cigarettes personally made by Samantha without any

suspicion these days was that the tastes were truly unique. Besides, every time he smoked, Samantha

would always be with him and smoked more than he did. Therefore, he let his guard down.

How come would anyone poison themselves first before they poison their targets?

But Samantha did so.

George couldn't figure it out. He really couldn't. He was sure that he had never offended Samantha

before. He had no idea at all what had happened 27 years ago. He was cold and sweaty at the thought

that a woman had hated him for 27 years and finally came up with such a malicious plan to harm him.

Questioned by the confused man, Samantha's hatred toward him grew. So, for these years she had

hated him, and he had forgotten about her. It was such a great misfortune for him to appear in her life.

She didn't want to hide it anymore. All of a sudden, she decided to tell the truth and expose everything This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

to him.

So she turned around, opened the safe at the end of her bed, and took out a photo. It was an old-

fashioned black-and-white photo. There were a man and a woman in the photo. They were both very

young.

The man was handsome and confident.

The woman was beautiful and slender.

They sat in each other's arms with a happy smile on their faces.

George took a look, and his pupils shrank because the man in the photo was himself. It was just that he

looked like he was in his twenties.

As for the beaming woman in his arms, he was a little familiar with her, but he could not remember who

she was.

"What? You don't remember her?"

Samantha asked through gritted teeth.

"Laura..."

George frowned, but then he shook his head, "No, she's not..."

At first glance, the woman in the picture looked a little Lawrence's mother Laura, whom he once deeply

loved. But upon closer inspection, they were actually not very similar, because in his memories, Laura

would never have such a happy smile.

Most importantly, because of their special relationship, he had never taken a picture with Laura.

"Of course you don't remember..."

Samantha laughed with extreme resentment, but her laughter sounded even more disturbing than

crying.

"Who is she? How come she's in the same picture with me?"

George wanted the answer because he couldn't remember anything at all. He had almost forgotten

everything about the woman in the photo.