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* At the airport *

Taking her earphones off, Isla tapped on her phone as she looked at the distant road. Nearly ten passed she had been standing at the airport but nobody came to pick her up.

Strange! She was told to wait and someone would pick her up.

Slightly annoyed, she was about to make a call when suddenly a car stopped before her. She heaved a sigh but not until a familiar figure hurriedly came out of the car and asked her, "Excuse me, Miss. Are you Isla Campbell?"

Isla stared at him, the man she had been looking for was right in front of her, she couldn't be happier than she already was. She smirked at him and then took off her glasses.

Noah dilated his pupils, he didn't like the sight of her at all.

Smilingly, she replied to him, "Yes, I am."

"Please get in the car then." With those words, Noah was about to get in the car when suddenly Isla held his hand.

He glared at her annoyingly and she let his hand go. Pointing her hands at her luggage she grinned at him, "Please help me