"Let me never see her again."
Felix said without hesitation: "Okay."
He personally escorted me to the private airport.
As I was pushed onto the gangway, the necklace around my neck snapped. The jade rose pendant fell to the ground.
Felix had picked it for me personally, and it was the only time he'd remembered to give me a birthday present, only after his secretary reminded him.
In front of the villa, I still couldn't bear to drop it.
Felix frowned and picked it up: "Why does this look familiar?"
My heart skipped a beat at that moment.
But Claire simply coughed twice and tugged at his sleeve: "Felix, the wind's strong, I'm cold."
Felix's hesitation vanished in an instant.
He casually tossed the pendant to the ground, lifted his foot, and ran over it.
"Drag her up, and never let her set foot back in America again!"
The plane's engines roared, the immense force pinning me to my seat.
Go up.
Okay.
He personally sent me off, personally ended the past.
We'll never see each other again.
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This was Felix's fiftieth visit to a psychologist.
The aftermath of being abducted as a child—face blindness—had finally caused problems in his life.