Madeline looked up to stare at that wretched smile. The man was a stranger, but she felt like they had crossed paths before.

She was certain that he must have been an enemy of hers before she lost her memories, or he would not do something so extreme, let alone say something along the lines of ‘we meet again’.

Tanner squatted down to grab Madeline’s delicate chin as she stared at him with a sharp and analytic gaze.

“Tsk. What? You don’t remember this old friend of yours?”

Madeline turned her face to fight Tanner’s hold with a dignified look in her eyes. “Good friend? Who are you to call yourself that?”

Tanner was displeased. “What are you even arrogant about, Madeline Crawford? Let me tell you. Now that you’ve fallen into my hands again, I’m never going to let you go!”

He stood up and gave Madeline a gluttonous look from above. Regardless of what angle he stared from, Madeline was still breathtaking.

No. It would be more accurate to say that she had grown even more beauti